And there you were. You. My life. My light. My soulmate.
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.
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 →