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Two harmless little words. Together they sound almost… cute. Harmless. Docile. Innocent. For a while, this was the only term I had ever heard to describe what I was feeling, although the words themselves never quite seemed to adequately express how awful the feeling really is.
Recently though, I’ve learned that (most likely), what I’m actually experiencing is called “Mild Cognitive Impairment” (MCI). By definition, it’s a sort of transitional period between a normal functioning mind and full-blown Alzheimer’s. But even those words still don’t really encompass the true feeling of it all; the scary moments when you simply can’t understand what someone said, or you forget names you’ve known for years, or get confused by the simplest things that you never had and issue understanding before.
I think probably one of the best examples of this is something that happens frequently to me: I’m a smoker (yes…
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