Found Myself in a Book

Reading and writing and looking through books. I found myself at a time when I had no idea who I was, literally. No memories that were personal, no names or places or objects that held any kind of meaning. I had been an avid journal writer as a child and teenager and also liked to scrapbook about my life. That was how I found out who I was and from there, I was able to move forward and continue to grow.

There will always be questions about this or that, things that I don’t remember or only have the slightest of inkling about.

But that doesn’t mean there isn’t more inside.


This tiny drabble was brought to you by the Dungeon Prompt: Becoming You in 111 words