It hit me today. In a location that seems to breed many a revelation (the shower) it came to my attention that I could not call to attention many of my memories of these past few years. I struggled to assemble a time line in my brain. Hell, I would settle for a full inventory, it doesn't need to be in the correct order. It pains me how ordinary hospitals, moves, cuts, stitches, repossessions, and legal issues have become in my life. I wish I knew how many times my mental illness has overpowered me to the point of incarceration, it seems to me something most would know. But, I've never really been most have I?
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