Stuff, is where my memories are, I need to hold things, feel them. I have way too much stuff but it's hard to get rid of it because that it's my memories. I find something I've completely forgotten like a pair of shoes I haven't worn in years and it's like the flood gates open and whole chunks of my memory return. I remember places people, maybe not names of the people but I remember the feelings and actions. I've been trying to clear out some of this crap out, throw it away, donate it , give it away depending on what it is , but I'm afraid I'll compleatly forget the memories. That my brain will empty bit by bit till there's nothing left.