So basically I'm a girl with no memory of who I am, where I come from and when I got to where I am. Hmmm... this seams so cliche and funny it almost is, except for the fact that I'm freaking out.
When I woke up eight months ago, I was scared silly. Imagine waking up in an unknown place with no memory of how you got there or in fact no memory at all.
I screamed so loud that three nurses rushed to my ward immediately. One of then actually started weeping. I didn't get what the big deal was until I tried speaking then found out I couldn't. That's when I lost it completely and shit got worse.
Long story short (and by that I mean I don't wanna talk about it) I got a therapist and we started all over again. It didn't take long because I just had to refresh my memory on the easy stuff like walking, talking, even eating. My brain wasn't as messed up as they'd thought.
It was hell for me the first month because I was broken. I have Mrs Regina to thank for the little sanity I have left. Mrs Regina, my therapist, helped me as much as she could. She went out of her way for me, even suggesting that I should move in with her. She was a rock back then and have her to thank for everything.
My therapy lasted for a little over a year. It took this long for the hospital, Gracies Medical Center, to deem me fit to be exposed to the outer world. I didn't talk much to anyone except Regina.
So here I am, eighteen months later with no memory of my past but I am so ready to move on with my life. I took mrs Regina up on the offer and moved in with her. My memory isn't very strong yet but I'm improving every day. It's not like I even tried to remember my past, just that flashes came back to me now and then and I don't know what to make of it. I asked her how long I was in my coma but she just shook her head and told me a long time.
She said I was on life support and that my parents, whoever they are, had just told the hospital to cut life support few minutes before I woke up. It was the first time in two years that they (I mean my parents) decided to contact the hospital.
So....longer story shorter, here we are.
I basically was in a coma for almost three years! I can't even let myself begin to wonder what happened. It's better for my sanity and the sanity of my therapist. Quick note: the hospital didn't tell my parents......yeah.
