Memory and Memories

I've been learning more about memory. Specifically, how depression and anxiety messes with memory. Add the thirteen-year period when I was gaslit every day. All the equals a swiss cheese brain.

I forgot what I tried to remember. Excerpt from “Platitudes of Gratitude.”

Memory is such a fickle creature. My mother used to marvel at her grandmother's ability to tell you details from sixty years ago but couldn't remember what she had for breakfast. Now it's my mother who can recall the smallest things from her childhood but can't remember why she walked upstairs to the back craft... Continue Reading →

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