It's been a minute
Sorry it's been so long in between posts...I don't even know why I'm writing this, no one reads my story. But, I'm writing it anyway.
Lately I've been feeling, I dunno, left out by my family. I know they don't mean to make me feel this way, but...I just do.
4 years ago, I had a mass in the back of my head that suddenly broke, causing a massive acute stroke that went on for 3 days before I finally collapsed from it. I had gone to the hospital the day it happened, but the doctors there sent me home with a list of what could have been wrong to cover their own asses. So, I went from Friday night until Monday afternoon, when I collapsed at work.
I was working for Target at the time, and they had no one to cover, so I couldn't go home or get to the hospital at the time because there was literally no one to tell. So, I stayed until my shift was over.
But, because of the length it lasted, I developed brain damage from it, PTSD, anxiety disorder, and lost a majority of my memories. That's where we fall in with my family making me feel left out.
Whenever they talk about the past, I just....I don't remember any of it, and I feel like a complete stranger in their presence. Like tonight, they were talking about the house my brother and I grew up in and our grandmother. I don't remember any of that. I don't even know my own family. It's frustrating, and scary and just...I should be used to it by now, but every time they do it, I still get hurt.
I didn't mean to get all weepy on here. This was supposed to be meant for my stories only, but...I have to tell someone, right? Why not you?