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How to Write About Something One has No Memory Of???

Working on my manuscript/memoir, and I have found that some of these scenes are incredibly had to write. Having been in a disassociative state for about two months and not remembering them makes it rather hard to write about what was happening then. And a simple time jump can't capture what I want to show was happening then. It's definitely a good thing that I don't remember those two months, they were incredibly traumatic, but I wish I knew how to capture the feelings in my memoir.

As of right now, I have a sort of "whirlwind" scene with a voiceover, but I honestly have no idea how I feel about it, I would love some feedback, so here's the singular scene to represent that time period:


ACT I SCENE IV

MOORE FAMILY HOME

ANDY is shown hunched over a bowl, throwing up, a whirlwind of motion surrounds them, ANDY is heard crying as ELIZABETH and HENRY hug them, and the cycle repeats

ANDY VO:

I don’t remember much of the next two months, I remember getting fired from my job for calling in sick too much, I remember puking almost every day, and missing school because the morning sickness was so bad. I remember crying too, when I wasn’t throwing up, I was crying. My parents said something good would eventually come out of this, but I couldn’t see it. My life was at stake, my mental health had never deteriorated so fast, or been so low. My first real, solid memory after finding out I was pregnant was my graduation. Somehow, I had passed all my classes despite being too sick to show up for the last two months of high school. It was the first of many miracles…


Please let me know your thoughts because I am truly at a loss for this scene.

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