I've been trying for a couple of years to get through Mozart's Brain and the Fighter Pilot, a self-help kind of book by Richard Restak, M.D., that came highly recommended by a brilliant, and intellectually ruthless friend.
This seems like a propitious time for another sortie, so I'm off again, hoping, this time, that posting about my adventures and epiphanies will encourage me to read, and understand, the whole book. (It's pretty small, and has some diagrams.)
My recent bout of misery demonstrated again that, while ADHDans suffer from memory problems, for whatever reason, the synergism with depression can leave you wondering what your own name might be.
Dr. Restak gets right down to the nitty-gritty: "And, basically, you are what you can remember. Your identity depends on on all of the events, people, and things that you can recall."
Sounds right to me, one of those dicta that's so self-evident that it's easy to undervalue. Consider that if you were to wipe your computer's hard drive clean, it would not only be useless, but anonymous. I don't know about you, but when I'm in a profound funk, I actually do feel anonymous: worthless, friendless, lost at sea.
I'll try to keep you posted on my voyage though Mozart's brain.
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