I sometimes question if my memories are even real… or if I’m missing any.

Like I feel like there are hidden traumas that got wiped by someone, like… trauma that’s even worse than those that I currently remember, or I wonder if the happy memories are perhaps implanted by someone to try to cover up trauma.

I often wonder if I really am me, what if this is all fabricated, what if my name isn’t actually ■■■ and I wasn’t actually born in ■■■■.

Do y’all even trust your current memories? Do you trust that you are who your memories say you are?