This scene never spoke out to me until now. I admit I have become obsessed with trying to remember since my memory loss. The fact that you know that it’s there, but you can’t remember or retrieve it.
The fact that everything you knew before it ultimately gone.
The faces you recognized, the names you memorized, the place you grew up in, the friends and family you loved and cared for, just erased. Everything that made you, you .It is as if all the experiences, all the good and the bad memories cease to exist. Even if I get a flash of something I don’t know if it’s a real memory or if it’s something that my mind made up.
That all my memory is gone, and now I feel like everyone who deals with me with leave. Yes, connections and interactions are temporary and we shouldn’t necessarily become attached to them, but I don’t want them to leave. I don’t want them to leave they’re the only proof that I did have memories. I want to build new ones, I don’t want to forget anymore. Please don’t go.