I just... I don't know what's happening to me, honestly. I was in class today, talking about, you know, a really famous date in history, one of those big turning points, and it just… completely vanished. Like, poof. Mid-sentence. I was looking out at all these faces, these kids who expect me to know everything, and my mouth was moving but the number, the date, it just wasn’t there. For a second, a really long second, it felt like. I could feel the silence sort of spreading, and my heart was just POUNDING. I mean, I’ve been teaching this stuff for like, forever. Decades. And it just… left me. I had to kind of trail off, pretend I was going for dramatic effect or something, and point at the board like they should already know it. Which, of course, they did. Because it’s a really obvious one. And I just felt this cold wash over me, this absolute terror. It’s not just that one thing though. It’s been happening more, little bits and pieces. Like forgetting why I walked into a room, which is normal, I guess, for someone my age. But this was… bigger. More fundamental. It’s my whole identity, you know? My whole life. I’ve always been the one who remembers, the one who knows the details, the context, the whole damn story. And suddenly I’m just… fumbling. And it makes me wonder about everything else. What else am I forgetting? What else have I messed up that I just don't even remember doing? There’s this constant hum of anxiety now, sort of underneath everything, especially when I'm walking around the city and everyone's just rushing past and I feel like I'm falling behind, you know? Like I'm losing my grip. And then I start thinking about… well, everything else. All the opportunities I didn’t take, the things I postponed because I was so focused on… this. On being the professor, on knowing all the answers. And now, what if I can’t even do that anymore? What if this is just the beginning of… something else. Something irreversible. It’s late, really late, and I should be sleeping but my mind just keeps going back to that moment, that blank space in my head, and I just feel this profound sadness, I guess. And a little bit of shame. Like I’m letting everyone down, but mostly myself. And I don’t know what to do about it, or who to even talk to, because what do you even say? “I forgot history.” It just sounds… pathetic. And I don't want to be pathetic. Not yet. Not when I still have so much to do, or at least I thought I did.