I forgot who I was
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Last published Sat, Jul 5, 2025
Clara was only eighteen when she met him-the boy with the charming smile, the sad eyes, and a darkness he kept tucked just beneath the surface.
She trained him at work. She caught feelings. And before she could blink, she was falling.
Ashton made her feel seen. Wanted. Loved. But what began with sweet words and stolen glances soon twisted into something unrecognizable.
The drugs, the alcohol, the jealousy, the isolation. The manipulation. The bruises she couldn't always hide.
In the quiet spaces between chaos, Clara began to disappear. Her voice. Her dreams. Her sense of self-gone.
I Forgot Who I Was is a hauntingly real, emotionally raw journey through the kind of relationship nobody talks about until it's over.
Inspired by actual events, this slow-burn psychological story explores love that turns to control, charm that masks cruelty, and the quiet strength it takes to leave in the end.
Because sometimes surviving means rewriting your ending.
And remembering who the hell you were before they tried to break you.
WARNING!! This novel contains sensitive themes and depictions of:
• Emotional abuse
• Physical abuse
• Verbal abuse
• Sexual assault (deeply implied)
• Substance abuse (alcohol and drugs)
• Gaslighting and psychological manipulation
• Isolation
• PTSD, trauma responses, and self-worth struggles
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
This story is rooted in real-life experiences and may be emotionally triggering to survivors
of abuse or trauma.
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