Maybe because we finally talked about aphantasia and autobiographical memory deficiencies in therapy the other day, today I found myself thinking about my thoughts on derailment and wondering to what degree my general lack of a sense of constancy of self in fact is due to those two things. I wish I knew how far back my sense of self extends, and where the cutoff is at which it ceases.
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