Have you ever tried to remember something from your past and realized that your brain is basically a hot mess? It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack, except the needle is buried under a pile of emotions, random details, and maybe even a few false memories. Yeah, same.
As I write this autobiography, I quickly realize that my memories are not like neatly labeled files that I can access whenever I want. Nope, they're more like a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings that I have to sift through to find what I'm looking for. And even when I do find a memory, it's not necessarily 100% accurate. Our brains are sneaky little devils that like to twist and turn information to fit our own bi...