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November 6, 2003
Preoccupied
Wow, it's been so hard to concentrate today. My mind is just reeling, and I keep finding it hard to focus, which hasn't been good.
The good ol' left-brain keeps telling me how there must be some reasonable (reality-based) explanation for everything, but I can't seem to deny the obvious conclusion that all of this good hard evidence seems to be pointing us to. An entire literal former life, job, family. That's so crazy, yet there it is, staring us in the face. Plus the fact that, if you accept that hypothesis, so many things start making sense.
I can't say I've had a flood of memories start coming back. I almost wish I had. It's more of a vague sense of dim familiarities. I keep telling myself these are other peoples' lives, belongings, and yet I'm forced to consider our undeniable handwriting on a wedding certificate that's not even ours!
What does all this mean? Who were we? What happened to us, and why?? Who did this? What of the memories I do have? What was real, what was illusion?
One thing is becoming increasingly clear: To find out, we must find and talk to those who apparently knew us as Ryan and Silvie. Especially the boy.......our son?
I think I'm losing my mind.
Posted by at November 6, 2003 8:36 AM