It's started to hit.
Forgetfulness, loss of thought trains (what I call "drifting"), memory gaps, blanking outs, and microseconds loss of awareness of self/surroundings.
We don't do "one day at a time" again. We trying to make every minute count, and journaling them down for when the door of reception finally shuts completely on me. I smile, and it's peaceful... 🙂
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Random Experiences - 2022
Non-FictionThis is a random journal of an introverted explorer of experiences.