My time - line seems fragmented and disorganized, with some small bits missing.

I can't remember what order I did things in, and dates have no meaning to me at all. I have my wifes birthday written down, what cars I had and when, even the order of where I've worked are a mystery.
Some of the dissasociation has become so deeply ingrained I still "believe" it.
The past is a mess with gaps.

Lloydy

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