Neuropsychologist Diagnoses
The greater the loss, the more brain is fucked. This is a phrase that plays on an infinite loop inside my skull. Every time I look for some item I put somewhere I put myself down for being such an idiot. Then I remember that my brain is fucked. But. Life will go on. And I'll forget that.
My Name's Michelle And I'm Not An Alcoholic.
Alcohol was the only thing that felt familiar and seemed to help me get through a life I barely remembered.
Amnesia and Mental Health
Recently I’ve been traveling to Barcelona, I often go to Spain. This is the writing I get lost in—the memories and all the hurt.
Amnesia In The Morning
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I'm sure this is true because I'm alive. Again.
LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
Antegrade & Retrograde Amnesia
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I'm sure this is true because I'm alive. Again.
Phone Sex & Mental Health
When the darkness threatens to overwhelm, I think of my son's laughter as a beacon of light guiding me through. Writing down my thoughts, pouring them onto paper, often helps me make sense of the chaos inside. These small acts remind me there is still beauty to be found, no matter how fractured my world seems.
Nothing Goes Away
My ocean, sea salt, and blue sky and sea, white wavy clouds tying the sun and sea together. I’ve finally realized and understood how crazy I am.
My Amnesia Battle: Anterograde Vs. Retrograde
My memories are shrapnel and bloody bits of flesh and jagged pieces of time.
Guernica
The air is thick, smoky, pressing into my lungs. Everywhere I look, there are fragments—shards of things, of people. Blood on metal, heat rising. Even the faces around me seem unfinished, as if everyone is made from scraps. The world outside leaks into the world inside me. Both are scattered, both incomplete.
SAFETY IS AN OBSERVATION
I want a sandwich. I want ice-cream. I want to eat with love. With people I love.
Nothing Goes Away
An object in time travels if and only if the difference between its departure and arrival times, as measured in the surrounding world, does not equal the duration of the journey it undergoes. In this place, the soft grey shawl and my knitting project are on my Anthropologie quilted bed.
Amnesia & Medical Visits
As is common with lengthy hospital stays, I was attached to the bed through my hardworking IV pole. And a built-in bed alarm. Then, on my last couple of days, I was released from the alarm. YAY! I was able to, with IV pole in tow, go the bathroom all by myself.