Each morning starts much like the one previous, cloudy thoughts, dim recollections, melancholy already. More meds should help. The funny thing about your mind slipping away is the time in which it takes to lose it all it seems. Like water slowly dripping down the drain. The first to go was early childhood memories, they were the ones that formed who I have become to some degree or another. They were also the least favorite in the old memory bank. Too many horrific times, too much shame, too little lovingly warm ones to cover the wounds. All of us have wounds I suspect. I have the benefit of losing both those and the ones that hurt, a little at a time.
"Mind fog" they called it. Or at least that was the label I found both online and mentioned to my doctor who confirmed that it is in fact a thing. He thought maybe certain supplements would help or perhaps more sleep or perhaps more exercise or perhaps a change in diet. I have no clue if anything will work at this point as I have tried them all and still...each morning starts much like the one previous, cloudy thoughts, dim recollections, melancholy already.