They Say Time Is A Great Healer

Chapter One

Jennifer Roberts. That's me alright, and I'm just getting used to the fact I am actually 30 years old. I had a car accident that made me lose my memory, I can't really remember what's the condition's called but then, that's no surprise. It's horrible really, I feel like I'm all alone and isolated in a little bubble that no one else can get into. I don't remember anyone, and when I woke up a few weeks ago I found out that I'm married, and I have 5 kids. That's not something you hear every day now is it?

So, just to recap:

Alex is my husband

I have 5 children and in order they are Charlotte, Elsie, Rebecca? No um... Rachele! Then Martin, no no no!! Matthew! And Estella

My parents are called Carol and John, no, Jacob, but I don't know about Alex's parents.

Hmm; well that's a start I suppose.

Well anyway, it's October and according to people who work here and my family I've been here almost a month. I was in some kind of coma I think but as I've said, I don't really remember. I've been having a complete crisis; I also found out I'm a teacher in a secondary school, come on now. The worst possible job when you can't remember people's names for more than a few minutes, I can't wait to go there though, start to get back to normality.

I hate it here. I'm so lonely but in a way I almost dread going back to my 'home'. I just want this to all be a dream and just wake up and poof life unchanged, nothing ever happened...

Nothing much happens here anymore. I used to see people coming in and out but they've moved me so I am on my own. Everyone stared at me and I just couldn't bear it any longer, so here I am. I take back anything I said about not wanting to go home, I'm aching with loneliness and I just want to be anywhere but here. I want to go home. It's hardly like my memory is going to all come back at once. I can't even remember who I am sometimes; its so frustrating because I know who I mean but no one else has a clue what I'm going on about. I hope they let me go home soon.

A young girl came to see me today and it turns out she's my eldest daughter.

I think she was sad because I didn't remember her name but to be honest, I don't remember anybody's names. I don't think she really know what happened. Alex explained that she is a bit too young to understand. He doesn't want to tell her yet and I can't remember. Alex said she was at my parents house when we had the accident so she wasn't hurt at all which I was glad of.