I haven’t actually been accused of being a liar but my problem was first brought to my attention in my early twenties by my then husband of four years, who told me about things I didn’t and said that I didn’t remember doing or saying. I accused him of trying to drive me mad.

I am aware of the inconsistencies and the constant change of opinions and ideas. So much so that I simply stopped sharing in the real world. I write a lot about what I’m thinking and about what I believe, and reading that over I can see the inconsistencies all too clearly. I realised that it was best to keep most of what goes on to myself.