The Musings of Morgan Rie

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 fi...

 2021 was the most unexpected year of my life, but I could not be more grateful that it happened, every last bit of it. It began with me getting Covid in January, most likely from one of the toddlers I worked with at my awful daycare job. Looking back, I thought that was the sickest I would ever be. Ah, the naivete of January. The year had only just begun. In late March, I found out I was pregnant. The morning sickness hit me almost immediately, and I was throwing up every single day. For most people, this only lasts for the first 12 weeks or so. I was still sick at 18 weeks. I missed the last two months of my senior year. I called in sick to work almost every day until I was eventually fired (the day I was going to put in my notice, of course. My boss beat me to it, oh well). I was able to graduate, though I was fighting morning sickness as I walked across the stage and received my diploma. No scenes were made, thankfully. In mid-June, I finally acknowledged that I was pregnant, a...