I sometimes question if my memories are even real… or if I’m missing any.

Like I feel like there are hidden traumas that got wiped by someone, like… trauma that’s even worse than those that I currently remember, or I wonder if the happy memories are perhaps implanted by someone to try to cover up trauma.

I often wonder if I really am me, what if this is all fabricated, what if my name isn’t actually ■■■ and I wasn’t actually born in ■■■■.

Do y’all even trust your current memories? Do you trust that you are who your memories say you are?

P.S. Oh btw, in the past year, I learned about ECT, electro-convulsive therapy that’s used in some cases of severe depression, and one of the side effects is that it apparantly randonly deletes some of your memories… so its partially already here… terrifying…

  • Yeah… that’s what I’m wondering.

    I feel kinda anxious about it. I mean, when I learned about ECT, I was like… fuck that… never doing that… don’t wanna forget who my enemies are and then have them manipulate me.