– By “McBeal”
Throughout my life, writing has been like a chore. I only write when it is required. Like applications. During the pandemic in 2020 I tried to start a journal. Recently I looked back, and I can see that I would write about a few times a month – about nothing interesting or particular, basically a list of things I did.
Sometimes I wish I had stuck with it because there is so much that has happened, and I don’t have a memory of it or nothing to go look at to spark a memory. Almost every conversation with a friend I run into, they reflect on the past, but oftentimes I have no memory of it and it bugs me.
Almost feels as though I lived for nothing because what is life without memory? Another thing that drugs and alcohol have robbed me of.
