What would you do if you couldn't remember your own life? If all you had were fragmented and foggy memories that seemed out of place?That's how I'm learning to live. I catch myself questioning everything and everyone.Every person is a stranger ...even my own wife and our son. Just when I think I'll go mad from this, I get glimpses. Visions of events and people that sometimes seem familiar. But other times, these apparitions are otherworldly and threatening. Are these visions just a result of the accident? Senseless chatter from my damaged brain?Or are they echos of my real memories? With every day that passes, I get a growing feeling that something isn't right. The darkness in my mind plays tricks on me, as if intentionally.Am I grasping at straws as I lose my mind? Or is there something more sinister happening?Things are getting worse now, and it's a race against time to find out the truth, lest I end up living the rest of my life like this. Lost.In the dark.