Why am I?
It has been around 4 months since I was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia and bipolar disorder- type 2. It is somehow infeasible for me to get treated professionally. So, here I am hoping to find my safe haven through writing as Voltaire once said "To hold a pen is to be at war". War against something, devouring my memories inside me. After 5 minutes of writing the former sentence, I already feel like I began pretending again.
Let me try again. I seldom felt bad about forgetting things- eternal sunshine of the spotless mind- only when it comes to so-called core memories that I would hold on tight or feel a bit happy when I reminisce.
Connecting my illogical ideas is the hardest part. However, I think the answer would be because I wanted to be heard and to explain myself fully without feeling intimidated.
