Book About Amnesia Novels & Stories

‘At the look of things, I think she has amnesia,’ the doctor said. ‘Amnesia? What is that?’ Karen asked looking confused. ‘Amnesia is a post-traumatic condition that makes you forget things, and in the case of Miss Rotman, I think it is partial amnesia,’ the doctor explained. ‘Which means it could be worse,’ Pearl's stepmum asked. ‘Yes. Now, she has only forgotten a part of her life. Some people forget everything including their names. Her fall was quite fatal, so it is expected to happen,' the doctor said making my insides tighter.

She would never let go of the person who wanted to ruin her. Pain, hatred, anger, drowned out all her reason. "Ah..." Amanda slammed her head against the glass, the pain was unbearable, as if her whole head was about to explode. Her temples throbbed violently; with each pulse, the pain intensified. Happy memories gradually receded from her mind. She didn't know that such a miraculous drug existed in this world. A drug that could actually cause amnesia.

“You mean, a different personality? Are you suspecting that she has a personality disorder and not an amnesia?” “Probably, I don’t know, that is why I am asking you? Is that possible?” “Actually, having an amnesia and having a different personality are depending on what she remembers. Like for instance, a person had a drastic change in his or her personality due to a trauma like bullying that affect his or her personality, then he or she got into an accident and had an amnesia and what he or she remembered was the time when he or she has yet experience the event that cause the drastic change in his or her personality, then his or her personality will remain as it is before that changes.” Die

Did you put cream and sugar too? Yes, it's a mixture of coffee, chocolate, whipped cream and a little sugar. Naomi responded. Naomi was misty-eyed... she couldn't remember her favorite hot drink. Ari was in Dr Steven's room... explaining what selective amnesia was. Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia in which the sufferer loses certain parts of their memory. Common elements that may be forgotten are relationships with people, special talents, where they live, abilities in certain areas, and or traumatic events.

At one point, I’d crawled to the heavy door and banged on it with all my strength, but there had been no answer. I tried to raise my head but a sharp pain ricocheted through my body and I quickly pillowed it back on my arm. “Ouch,” I groaned, and lay still again, trying to recollect the events that had led to me being locked up in here. Something was wrong with my body. Something was wrong with my thoughts. It felt like I had selective amnesia. I felt like an earlier part of my life was wiped off, and no matter how much I tried to recollect it, I couldn’t. I had a nagging feeling that something was missing in my brain, something that I couldn’t put a finger on. All I could remember was that

"Dr. Graves is with a patient at the moment. I can check to see if he has any available later today." "Please," Lena said, struggling to contain the desperation from her voice. While the receptionist made the call, Lena cast about her eyes, letting them land on a bulletin board filled with pamphlets and flyers. One pamphlet stood out to her: Memory and Identity: Understanding Amnesia and Recovery – A Seminar by Dr. Noah Graves. Her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn't an accident. The receptionist hung up the phone. "Dr. Graves can see you in thirty minutes. You can wait."

“But there’s one thing you both need to understand.” Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze. “Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.” Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?” Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anything.”

Emma asked, not turning from the stove. “I think so. But I can’t remember them once I wake up.” I poured coffee, the mug warm against my palms. “It’s like my brain is trying to tell me something.” Maggie closed her laptop. “That’s actually normal with amnesia. Your subconscious retains more than your conscious mind. The memories are there, just locked away.” “You took psychology too?” “Minor. Mostly I just read a lot.” She stood, stretching. “I’m riding out to check the north fence line after breakfast. Want to come?”

"The company is really in crisis now. It truly needs your help." "You wouldn't want to see the company you built with your own hands collapse, would you?" Seeing old friends come to plead with me, I asked, "Do you all know that Anthony's amnesia was fake?" Faced with my question, everyone fell silent. I saw it clearly—there was no surprise in their eyes, only regret. Bracing my hands on the table, I burst out laughing. So it wasn't just Anthony who had betrayed me. Even my colleagues and friends of many years had helped him hide it from me.

“She’s slowly regaining her lost memories. This is a rare case of amnesia—I can’t believe her memories are returning now. Because of this, her mind is struggling to function, which is why she keeps losing consciousness whenever she thinks too much.” The two were baffled by what they heard. “What do you mean, Doc? She has amnesia?” The doctor nodded. “She needs to undergo therapy—otherwise, her brain could be at risk. This is a rare case of Traumatic Amnesia, caused by severe head trauma from events like a car accident, a blow to the head, or a fall. The extent of memory loss depends on the trauma’s severity and can be temporary or permanent. In her case… I believe it’s permanent.”