Many years ago I had a lot of money. In a matter of a day, right before 9/11 we lost it all. Millions. The stock market plunged. Our business also struggled after 9/11. There was no money or sources to pull from. At the time we were in the midst of building a new home and mortgaged my older one to the max.
I had an accident November of that year. I lost my memory. I was 33 years old but I woke up thinking I was 19. Six children and a partner were unrecognizable to me. I was devastated feeling like a stranger in my own house…a house I couldn’t conceive as mine. I felt as if I was in an alternate reality. Nothing made sense. The more people tried to tell me what and how I needed to feel, the angrier I became. My reality didn’t match up…
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