For context: I’m a young adult, I don’t think I have any serious brain issues yet.
But I’ve recently been just trying to remember the past and although its kinda tragic, there are very interesting moments and I want to keep these memories forever.
But brains aren’t perfect, and I’m just so scared.
Even re-reading the events from a journal woudn’t exactly be the same as remembering it.
Idk, I’m kinda just obsessed with some memories for some reason. Don’t wanna let go of it. Having this “backstory” (for lack of a better term), is what drives me forward, without those memories, like if I get a concussion and forgot everything, I wouldn’t really be… well… “me” anymore, and the thought of that is terrifying.
You pick up the journal you bought last year. It’s been sitting on the shelf since you lost interest 11 months ago. You had hoped it would be a way to reassure yourself in the face of eternity. But, what’s this… The book is almost full, and the last entry is dated yesterday.
Brb, gonna go out to look for John G