I remember the woman I used to be the way I remember my best friend from eighth grade.
I miss her and wish like hell we could be together the way we used to be.
We knew each other better than anyone else.
There are still things I have forgotten and I don't think I will ever get them back.
I have PSTD - there I said it.
I know it mostly sounds like Alzheimer's, but that's not it.
I am not merely forgetful of my old self.
My old self was destroyed.
Some people get to grow out of things and change over time,
but the person who was closest to me...