Oh my god this hits so hard.

I became bedridden from illness at the age of 19. And haven’t had the health to leave my bed since.

For years all my dreams have been about random moments in middle or high school, which I remember with utmost vividness, yet the people I remember, miss cherish memories of, wonder how they are doing, have nearly all completely forgotten about my existence. Like literally, the brain fills with new memories and old ones fade. I never got the new memories, so I’m stuck with a loop of older ones.