|Good story, mary. I can Identify with some of her story in that I suffered severe head injuries among other things and the hardest thing was not me
not remembering, but my wife having to tell me time and time again what happened to me. It was very hard on her. I'm blessed in that I have recovered
to a mostly normal life. I live on anti-depressants because without them, I am in a very dark place (which, to me, seemed quite normal) that, close
friends observed, I looked like I wanted to kill everyone. I did not ever feel that way, but I was terribly withdrawn.