The garden is saving my sanity. Even on the days my body feels horrendous and the tremors were so bad I would vomit, those few moments of clarity I would imagine it.
(By Eve Hinson, found in a journal originally written April 2011)
Perhaps it’s the garden of hope. No that’s too corny and until this week I’ve not had the energy or health to hope.
Maybe the garden of acceptance for this disability that has knocked me on my ass.
I don’t know what to name this year’s crop and flowers. You know what, that’s OK. I understand now I can have goals without deadlines. I still have value even without a career or the ability to care for my children full-time.
It’s human to think different.
Eve Hinson | July 2017
Evolution of Eve | Rediscovering life then and exploring the now
Memory loss, scattered focus, inability to track time, and an ill-known stigmatized neurological disorder, plus PTSD symptoms, have erased or complicated recall of Eve’s first 37 years of life.
Now in her mid-40s, Eve is Autistic AF (born that way) and left with a brain that doesn’t include filters (she says fuck. a lot), likes to glitch and, after the memory wipe, created a new personhood. Eve is different to those who’ve known her from childhood. She is unknown even to herself and seeking to learn about her life from back then, and embracing life now.
This series focuses on self-discovery after the onset of severe mental illness, memory loss and permanent disability. It’s a different life and a worthy life.
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