Introduction

It's kind of weird to think about the past when you've failed to retain memories in the first place. Obviously, my brain isn't an entirely blank slate. It almost seems like I've been carrying around old polaroid pictures from a slide show, using those as my only source to remember, and all they can provide is a small outsiders look into a moment lost in time. My brain has filled the empty spaces with trauma responses I don't understand and no clear way to recover. But I'm working on it. I cannot guarantee this will be the most cohesive let alone chronological telling of my story, but it's the very best I can do. At the end of the day, even on the off chance someone does choose to read this, I wrote this for myself. Through this blog I will be recounting what I can about the life I've lived, and maybe find some insight and perspective I wouldn't have found on my own. You can only mull an idea over so long before it becomes counter productive.