How it feels to lose your memory after significant trauma and/or triggered depression.
An analogy for amnesia
Imagine you were born out of hate and not love
Like you were a mistake on purpose
You grew up with memories
That you can’t quite illustrate
The lines are blurred
And you’re sure it’s a dream but can’t quite pinpoint when you fell asleep
If only you could wake up
Then you would know if it was real
or a figment of your imagination.
Me, Myself and My BPD 