memory

The Lost Lullaby: Reclaiming Echoes of Sixteen Months and the Birth of Dissociation

“Do you remember anything from when you were sixteen months old?” she asked, her voice a gentle tremor that barely disturbed the quiet of the room. I shook my head, the familiar emptiness of that question settling in my chest. “No,” I admitted, the word a soft sigh. “Nothing concrete. Just… feelings. A sense of […]

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