Re-introducing myself - Still a witch/spoonie/writer

I'm a "do what thou wilt" witch with an morbid addiction to Crowley and his ilk, a migraining spoonie who can't keep the floor under her or her legs straight enough to stand. But when I can get the energy, I do travel. Not needing to work 40hrs a week running around and new sights and great food suddenly gives this spoonie an extra battery.

But through it all, I'm still a writer, or at least I like to think I am.

So I'm coming back to Steem, inspired by the trending columns and the author and writers here. I've been spending an inordinate amount of time on social media lately, might as well give this community the respect and time it deserves instead.

I've got a new project I will be trying out here. A memory keepsake, locked away behind blockchains. See, I'm afraid one day I'll just lose all my memories. This unfathomable fear started in college, when I realized my childhood memories were starting to escape me, get lost to the waves of new experiences. But it suddenly turned real, right around the time I jumped off this platform. My migraines dragged me downward and between the cognitive difficulties of constant pain and dizziness and fatigue, and the soul-crushing depression, I couldn't really remember pieces of my wedding, that had happened less than a year ago. Then everything faded from me. My loud, narrator brain was suddenly quiet. I had no thoughts, no flashbacks, not a thing, not a word.

They're coming back, in the worst possible way. You know that feeling of getting a cringey flashback and then wishing you don't need to leave the house because you've just remembered all the ways you embarrassed yourself for good? Well that has been the highlight of my week. I'll be filling in the blanks with the pictures I took along the way, the pictures in Paris, Tokyo and Disney, the pictures of my medical tests, pictures of my moments alone and moments with friends. Oh, and of course, pictures of the food we ate! Some fabulous experiences there.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. My little project may be articles, may be letters to myself, may be me softly whispering the lost remembered pieces of myself. I don't know yet. Shall you walk with me for a bit through this?