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categories = ["me"]
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tags = ["aphantasia"]
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date = "2018-07-24"
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title = "Prising open a deathgrip"
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I live in the present. What else can I do, when [I have no memory](https://medium.com/frenetic-scribblings/flickering-like-candle-flame-in-the-wind-3ac0c9537402).
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Look to the future? Psh. I am indeed prone to daydreaming about what *might be *but there’s no inherent danger in that. Not while I keep it in check.
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No. My problem is clinging to the present. Not to the past, to the present.
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I do not give up that which I have. Not without a fight. Not without deep [clawmarks on every fading memory](/post/2018/07/clawmarks-on-my-memories/).
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As a result…I take loss badly. I flat out fear it. I don’t like to look forward too far, and I can’t look back so…I hold tight to what I have. There’s a damn good reason I fear death so bad. This is a — large — part of it.
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The thing about holding tightly is that it smothers…
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By nature, I death grip at slivers of life. It makes me possessive. It makes me…intense. It makes me suffocating.
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But without a memory, I don’t know how to let go. I’ve got to though, otherwise I always kill that which I’m trying to preserve.
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I refuse to let myself love like this. I don’t know how to love lightly. And anything else isn’t really love. Not the crushing fake-image attachment that I previously labelled love. I struggle with the ‘L word’ in general at the moment. Not least because [I’ve had it subverted before.](https://medium.com/myfuckingfeelings/an-acidic-introduction-to-hate-love-c275655eb869)
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Maybe I’ve learnt enough lessons…maybe I’m lucky in that regard…but that’s a story for another time…
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Now, a note that my insufferably sincere side refuses to let me omit. This is a public self reflection (standalone piece on the whys of that coming whenever it frees from draft hell) made while mildly tipsy. Caution advised.
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But I suppose, isn’t honesty the best policy in writing? I don’t know. I don’t know if I know anything anymore…Maybe that’s okay.
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Well, rambling now. Goodnight!
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