I better write this down or I’ll forget it.


I don’t want to lose my mind and I don’t want to die or fade away into a shell of a person. I feel any of those options are possible. Probable even. And I won’t let that happen,


I can’t type or use the computer well, more signs I’m slipping. Have slipped.  I’ve been slipping for years. At least since I got my job at York Little Theatre. About a year into that, maybe two, I noticed I was slipping.  That was what? 2007 maybe? That long ago? I only know the year now by checking the computer, which I only thought to do after a couple of minutes. But I did think of it. The date is on the computer. Duh. I just have to concentrate really hard to know something I’ve actually known for 40 years. The date is right there.


It’s challenging to face this, but face it I will. Face it head on and stop it. Stop. It.


How?


Help. Nutrition and medical help and therapy and research. I know other people to through this. I’m not unique and I am not alone. Writing this will be my cure. Or a big part of it, anyway. Writing it down so I don’t forget it and so I get better.