Somewhere behind my eyes, there is something that stops me being me. I forget the most simple things. Like my name. I lose track of my finances. I can’t plan journeys ahead. When I attempt to form simple plans, the slightest complication or discrepancy… my mind goes blank. If I try to get past it, I start to panic. Palpitations, the shakes, the sweats. Then the shame.
It’s the shame I can’t cope with.