I don’t remember anything. I’m confused most of the time. I have people around me who say they are my family but I don’t know them. If I go into a different room things are strange and I don’t know where I am. I don’t remember — but deep in my gut I know it wasn’t always like this. I know there was a time that I did remember, I knew my family. I traveled the world, I lived a full life. In my gut I know there was a time that my body worked and I felt good.
by Rhonda Johnson