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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #2276168

Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt.

In September 2019, a seizure revealed a lime-sized meningioma pressed against my hippocampus—the part of the brain that governs memory and language. The doctors said it was benign, but benign didn’t mean harmless.

Surgery removed the tumor, and three days later I opened my eyes to a new reality. I could walk, I could talk, but when I looked at my wife, her name was gone. I called her Precious—the only word I could find. A failure of memory, yet perhaps the truest name of all.

Recovery has been less cure than re-calibration. Memory gaps are frequent. Conversations vanish. I had to relearn how to write, letter by halting letter. My days are scaffold by alarms, notes, and calendars.

When people ask how I am, I don’t list symptoms or struggles. I simply say, “Seven Degrees Left of Center.” It’s not an answer—it’s who I’ve become.

October 27, 2025 at 12:54pm
October 27, 2025 at 12:54pm
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I wake up most mornings and have to reconstruct yesterday. Not in a poetic way. I mean literally piece together what I was working on, where I left off, what I was thinking when I stopped writing.

My desk is covered in yellow sticky notes. Little breadcrumbs I leave for myself. "Chapter 7, she realizes the truth" or "Fix the timeline in Part 2" or sometimes just "THIS MATTERS" with an arrow pointing to a paragraph I've underlined three times. I find notes in my own handwriting that I don't remember writing. They're instructions from a previous version of me to whoever I am today.

It's frustrating. I'll sit down to write and spend the first hour just trying to remember what the story was supposed to be about. Reading my own notes like they're someone else's manuscript, trying to find my way back into the thing I was so certain about yesterday.

But here's what I've learned: you can still write this way. You just have to be kinder to yourself. Leave better notes. Trust that yesterday-you knew what they were doing, even if today-you can't quite remember why.

The story is still there. I just have to keep finding my way back to it.


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