#memory issue

It really hurts when I see people say I killed my parents, I know I didn't and aunt Grace said she did it, I don't know if Itward was real or if Mr. Midnight was dead or alive or if the realities were real but I know I didn't kill my parents and I know Aunt Grace did it for Doctor Oswald, I didn't kill my parents - Fran Bow Daegenheart

I really just want to remember what I looked like so badly. I remember so much but nothing about myself, save for the fact I had six wings and my halo was made of stone and covered in eyes. I remember the flowers in my Garden and what they smelled like and I remember great stone pillars in ankle deep water that we splashed and played in but I don't remember my name or my face or anything. I want so badly to remember. I want to find someone I remember from back then so we can mourn together

I suffer from maladaptive daydreaming and it's hard for me to know if I truly was who I think I was or if it's just another plotline my stupid human brain has come up with to keep me entranced.

almost all of my memories involve anxiety and fear of authority and punishment, pressure to be perfect. i was not a happy angel in the slightest. i thought i might have been fallen, and that was the source of the turmoil, but no. that was just how heaven was back then...