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  • Writer's pictureRobert Hightower

Remember Me

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart racing and my head pounding. It takes me a moment to realize where I am, and when I do, I feel panic wash over me. I don't know who I am. This isn't the first time it's happened, either. I've struggled with memory loss for as long as I can remember. Sometimes it's just tiny things, like forgetting where I put my keys or what I had for breakfast. Other times, it's more serious, like forgetting my name or where I live.

It's a scary feeling, not knowing who you are. It's like you're floating in a void, disconnected from everything and everyone around you. Sometimes, when it happens, I feel like I'm going crazy.

The doctors say it's some amnesia, but they don't know what's causing it. I've had many tests done, but nothing has turned up. They tell me to keep a journal, to write down everything I can remember about myself, but it never seems to help.

It's hard to describe what it's like to live with this condition. I'm constantly searching for something, but I don't even know what it is. I try to piece together my life from the fragments of memories I do have, but they don't always make sense.

I'm a man, probably in my late 30s or early 40s. I have a job, although I can't remember what it is. I know I have a family, although I can't remember their names or their appearance.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get my memories back. Will I wake up one day and suddenly remember everything? Or will I spend the rest of my life in this limbo, never quite sure who I am or where I'm going?

It's a lonely existence, too. How do you explain to people that you must remember who you are? How do you make friends or build relationships when you can't even remember their names?

I've tried to keep things as normal as possible. I go to work, pay my bills, and maintain some kind of routine. But there's always this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, this fear that one day I'll forget something important, and it will all come crashing down.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm meant to live like this if there's some kind of higher purpose to my condition. I'm supposed to teach others about the importance of memory, or I'm meant to find some sort of cure. But most of the time, I just feel lost. Like a ship without a compass, adrift in the vast ocean of my own mind. And I wonder if I'll ever find my way back to shore.

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