A love letter, and another insight into the start of my journey. Written 24/03/2019.
I spent a long time thinking that I couldn’t talk about depression or anxiety. That I hadn’t suffered enough to have these conditions. That I must be weak to feel the way I do when so many people go through worse and come out better. Sometimes I still believe that.
I found out fairly recently about a condition called Aphantasia. According to the brief web search I did once I heard about it, it is characterized by an inability to voluntarily visualize mental imagery. Many people with aphantasia also report an inability to recall sounds, smells, or sensations of touch. Some also report prosopagnosia, the inability to... Continue Reading →
Memory is a strange concept to me. Science can tell us that our memories are malleable. Just look at eye witness testimony. There is a reason leading questions can be so dangerous in a courtroom or an investigation. It's like even your mind wants to please you by conjuring what you are looking for there.... Continue Reading →
I don't know where to start. I never do. Trying to work through my feelings and organise the chaos of my thoughts has never been my strong point. So I write. I ramble. When I can't pick out a train of thought to run with, I pick up my notebook and scribble my way through... Continue Reading →