What would you do if you couldn't remember your own life?

That's how I'm learning to live.
Every person is a stranger ...even my own wife and our son.

Just when I think I'll go mad from this, I get glimpses. Visions of events and people that sometimes seem familiar.

But other times, these apparitions are otherworldly and threatening.

Is this senseless chatter from my damaged brain, or echos of my real memories?

With every day that passes, I get a growing feeling that something isn't right. The darkness in my mind plays tricks on me, as if intentionally. Am I grasping at straws as I lose my mind?

Or is there something more sinister happening?

Things are getting worse now, and it's a race against time to find out the truth, lest I end up living the rest of my life like this.

Lost.

In the dark.