I woke up in a hospital bed in 2020, the world unfamiliar and bright. My gallbladder was gone. I didn’t know the faces around me, or even my own name. But I remembered writing. That part of me stayed, even when everything else slipped away.
Living with amnesia shapes every part of my days. I pour hours and whatever spare change I have into keeping Amnesiac Adventuress alive. It matters to me that it stays open, that it stays mine. Reader support keeps it personal and keeps it going.
Writing with amnesia is like reaching for yarn that keeps slipping through my fingers. Some days, the words come together, soft and easy. Other days, they unravel. Still, I keep picking up the threads.
This is just my life, laid out in pieces. If something here has made your day lighter, or helped you feel less alone, I hope you’ll stay. Your support means more than I can say.