I “forgot” a good part of my life. I “forgot” the 3-6 months I spent in foster care, the events that led up to it, and the intense grief of being returned to a biological family I felt no connection to. I “forgot” being trafficked for sex by my own father. I “forgot” being placed in a freezer, tied to a wall in the dark in the garage like an animal, and forced to hang myself.
For a long time, I “forgot” about appointments, bills, and things I had done and said within the last 24 hours. Sometimes, I still do.
I know a lot about forgetting.
Since then, I’ve been working at remembering. I know a lot about that too.
A diagram of a neuron.
We remember information, experiences…
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