For many years, I have questioned my sanity, I put down the weirdness of my writing to my strange mind, but now things are getting strange, even by my standard of weirdness.
Today, I thought I heard my name called, but nobody called. This calling of my name is the second time this year it has happened; the previous time was a few months ago.
I am wondering if this is a deep inner need to feel wanted, or do I suffer from dementia?
The truth is out there.
The medical evidence is that I am not losing my mind; my recent brain scan came back clear.
As I thought, the moments of forgetfulness I get are the result of constant stress and old age.
Today, Wednesday December 19th, 2018, I woke thinking it was Tuesday. I have long wished to wake up and find I missed a day, but to realize I forgot yesterday is daunting; other than anything else this shows how boring my life has become when all days merge into one mess.
I have come to terms with one aspect of my life that caused me great concern but I will never truly forgive myself for what I did this year - www.alsdominion.co.uk/home/ill-never-truly-forgive-myself.