How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past. In a very vague sense there is some cohesion, but it falls apart pretty quickly once details start being introduced.

It is hard not to hide when I'm unhealthy. I fear my thoughts. I fear others seeing the manifestations of my mental struggles. Am I masking nearly as much as I hope I am? Probably not. I think I only cave to compulsion when no one is looking, but how attentive am I really to if others are observing when I'm obsessed with something? I fear others will try to help me.