on my battle with depression, anxiety and panic attacks.
I have such a fragmented memory of my life.
My memory is full of holes.
I dont know if it is due to the stress my poor brain has endured over the many years or if its due to the medications or the spate of seizures I had in my late teens and early twenties.
It makes it hard to write a book. I guess if I sit down and try to think of my earliest memory, which will have to be from my mid teens, because I dont have any memory of my childhood. Maybe I will be surprised at what I can remember. I have read of people who sat down and one memory triggered another.
I dont know if I have blocked it all out. Maybe it is a good thing. Im not brave enough to delve into that part of my mind, just in case Im better off not knowing.
I want to write a biography, so other people can hopefully find comfort knowing they are not the only one. I get a little comfort from reading other peoples blogs and know I am not the only one. I also wish those people werent suffering. It just shouldnt be so.
Im not sure it will have a happy ending yet. Never can tell from one day to the next. I doubt it though.