Memory Loss Novels & Stories

Forgetting herself. "I don't remember being five," she told me. Private conversation. Fear obvious. Confusion clear. Terror real. "I know I was five once. Know I became bridge young. But I don't remember it. Don't remember learning. Don't remember first time going to between. Don't remember anything from before ten years ago. It's it's gone. Just gone. Like erased." Dr. Chen examined her. Thoroughly. Desperately. Finding nothing. No physical cause. No medical explanation. No reason for memory loss. Haven's brain was healthy. Functioning normally. No damage. No disease. No explanation.

"What kind of disease is this? Does... does it have any cure?" "The so-called selectively losing memory refers to the people who have been stimulated by external stimulation or their brains have been hit, forgetting some things that they don't want to remember or want to escape from. Strictly speaking, this is not a disease, but an instinctive reaction based on self-protection. Generally speaking, selectively losing memory will gradually recover after time erosion. However, for some things, objects, or people that have a psychological impact on the patient themselves, it is not ruled out that there is a possibility of selectively forgetting."

She said straight, and the doctor nodded his head, his face falling, as he wrote down his observations. "I'm sorry to tell you this. But she seems to have suffered a selective memory loss. It's usually caused by traumatic experiences." He said, and Sophia's parents gasped hearing the news. Sophia's face crunched hearing what the doctor said, "What memory loss? What are you all talking about?" She sat back straight, her brows furrowed. "Honey, do you really not remember Caden at all?" Cassandra asked, stroking her daughters head, tears pooling in her eyes.

“What he told you was all true, but they were half-truths." And, dazedly, I nodded, still comprehending his revealed truth, which was still partial and incomplete. So, I waited patiently for him to continue. My blood rushed through my veins at a very unusual speed. Maybe because I had sensed somewhere I was not told the entire truth from the beginning, which he confirmed I wasn't. “The accident had left you with a brain injury,” I gulped. “It is when a person can no longer memorise or recall information that is stored in their memory. It was a large-scale loss of memories on your part because you have lost five years of it.”

Darryl rushed forward and pressed his hands onto Shelly's shoulders as he shouted desperately. When she felt the pressure of Darryl's hands on her shoulders, Shelly blushed and said, "Darryl, I was just looking at Lily's CT scan. Her brain injury was pretty serious. I believe she is suffering from Selective Memory Loss." Selective Memory Loss? Darryl's heart sank; he was stunned. Shelly nodded. "Yes, selective memory loss, which is the loss of memory over a certain period. She could not recognize you, but she knew about everyone else. It appeared that she had lost her memories from the past three

the old sage said. "Why are we talking about memory card?" Prince Nalan asked. "I'm trying to make you understand the disease that befell the children. Lossing their memory is like loosing all the files in a memory card. Actually, what happens during memory loss is that all the memories of the person gets wiped out from the brain. The brain becomes totally blank and new." The old sage said.

I continued softly, “and for a while, I forgot he was even there. It frightened me. And then, just yesterday, I went to the kitchen to get water. When I reached there, I forgot why I came.” I twisted my fingers together on my lap, ashamed to say it out loud. The doctor leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Have you been stressed lately? Thinking too much? Feeling fear often? Or perhaps… experiencing some sort of mental breakdown?” I lowered my eyes. “Yes. I’ve been going through a lot these past weeks. It’s been draining me.” He nodded slowly. “That explains some things. What you’re describing is memory loss, often triggered by severe stress, traum

“First of all, why can’t I remember anything from the past year? Nothing. It’s like it’s been wiped clean.” Doctor Jared sighed. “You have developed what we call retrograde amnesia,” he explained gently. “Your memories from before the accident haven’t fully settled into long-term storage yet, especially the recent ones. Older memories, things from years ago, are stored deeper in the brain, so they remain intact. But the events from last year are temporarily blocked.” “Will they come back?” I asked. That was the only thing that mattered. How was I supposed to live day to day knowing parts of my own life were missing? The people I met, the decisions I made, the investments, relationships, ever

Her fall was quite fatal, so it is expected to happen,' the doctor said making my insides tighter. ‘If she forgot who she is in recent times then she should remember me from her past. She was supposed to express shock at seeing me after so many years but she obviously doesn't know who I am at all,’ I said. Getting up from my seat, I started pacing. ‘It is called selective memory loss. I guess her mind had a reason to wipe that off,’ the doctor said. ‘Of all the people she could forget, her mind chose to wipe off all the memories of my existence? How convenient?’ I hissed.

"He did. All except the ones involving his father. Memory loss is a symptom of hydrocephalus in adults. However, I do not understand why his is selective, but I can tell you this: —Adonis's condition is rapidly deteriorating. Fast."