I Wish That I Could Wake Up With Amnesia Novels & Stories

With memories of Nicholas’s smile that once felt warm and now felt like a stranger’s. With echoes of his laugh that once made me fall in love and now just echoed in a place he didn’t remember. Would I be strong enough to face him again? With his amnesia? Knowing he might not ever remember who I was to him? I closed my eyes. Focused on my breathing. One. Two. Three. Wishing for a night without dreams. Wishing tomorrow wouldn’t hurt too much.

"So tell me, bakit hindi niyo sa akin sinabi? Bakit hindi ko alam na may amnesia ako? Anong nangyari sa akin?" He shook his head and nodded. "The doctor told us you had dissociative amnesia after you met Chris on the road. You woke up to their house not remembering most of your personal identity including your name, family, and friends." I nodded because that's what I noticed when I woke up at Chris's house."but Chris parents told us that you keep mentioning your cousin that you need to save them but you don't actually remember what happened. It just always comes out of your mouth but you don't know why you have to save them. Until it appears in your dreams, you fainted every time you dream

He took my hand on his own initiative. "This place looks so familiar… I remember now. On New Year's Eve, I came here with you and stood in a long line to get our marriage certificate." He knew that day had been the happiest of my life. So he thought that as long as he brought up our "happy memories," I wouldn't bear to divorce him. After all, this trick had always worked whenever he made me angry. But that very day, I hadn't only overheard him pretending to have amnesia—I had also heard what he said about our marriage.

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

"I tried to bury my feelings and move on, but it only made things worse. I started to experience amnesia, forgetting my painful memories until they came flooding back in unexpected ways." The host's eyes widened in shock, and she looked at me with a mixture of sadness and concern. "Amnesia?" she repeated. "That must have been incredibly difficult for you to deal with." I nodded, feeling a sense of sadness and regret. "It was," I said. "I would do things and say things without even realizing it. I would forget important events and conversations, and I would struggle to recall even the simplest memories. It was like my mind was trying to protect me from the pain, but it only made things worse.

My anger issues were bad enough on a normal day, but this guy brought out the absolute worst in me. His playful expression vanished, replaced by a quiet, intense seriousness. "They say if you want someone with amnesia to remember, you just have to keep talking to them. Tell them about everything they forgot." "If you think that’s going to work, let me save you the trouble, it won't." He shrugged. "If it’s the only shot I have, I’m not going to stop showing up. I’ll keep reminding you of who we used to be." "You’re talking nonsense," I muttered, taking a bite of the ice cream.

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan