This feels weird.
I don't think I've ever had a journal before, well.. maybe I have, but not for something like this. I've been told that keeping a journal will help me remember things from before, the things that I've forgotten. I'm not really sure I trust that logic, but I've got nothing better to try to regain my memories at the moment.
I've been able to remember a few things since returning to London, but very few of them have been positive things. I'm pretty sure the only positive so far has been Adrienne, though I still don't remember her all too well. And our encounters have been anything but pleasant for the most part. I think she's the only positive because there's something about her that makes me feel.. comfortable, at home, by just thinking about her.
Is this how I felt about her before I had that accident?
Merlin, I hope so.
Anyway, while I could go on for hours about her, this journal isn't supposed to be only about Adrienne. But I'd rather not talk about the negative things I've remembered/experienced since returning. Mostly because they involve the family who didn't seem to approve of my marriage with Adrienne.
Yeah, I was married. It's a hard concept to wrap my head around because from what I've been able to learn about myself, i was never the type to really think about getting married. And much less to anyone who wasn't a Pureblood. I was a real pure blooded arse, apparently. But obviously, she was able to change that.
And y'know. Memory loss plays a part too.
But now I'm just rambling. I'll write again some time soon.