It is really hard for me to pick just one, so I picked "other"

Right now, I'm trying to sort out the whole missing time thing.

A lot of times, it's just fuzzy and time feels weird. It's not like I can't account for it, it just feels weird. Yesterday may seem like last week. It feels like 2 years ago was a couple of months ago. I don't know if that's considered "losing" time, but it is just fuzzy and fragmented.

There have been a couple of major time lapses, that I can account for, that I have not been "me" - if that is considered "losing" time.

I was in my kitchen cleaning one night, and I had a song on repeat that really spoke to a part of me. I remember looking at the clock and seeing what time it was, around 11:00 I think, wiping off the countertop. The next thing I remember, looking at the clock again and it was after 1:00 and I was headed to bed. I don't remember the time being a "thing" until later. My son told me that he came into the kitchen and I was crying and we had a conversation. I have no memory of it. I only remember cleaning up the kitchen, and then going to bed. There is no memory of talking with him or crying.

There have been many times that I have met with my counselor and felt like I was there, in the moment. I can remember being there, and him asking me if I would remember what we talked about, and me answering that I felt fine and I thought I would. That is usually very clear in my memory up to that point. After that point, it turns into fragments that I can't put together. It's kind of like the chapters in the index of a book with no content. Not sure if that fits in here or not.

This past Monday, on my way to meet with him, I blanked out driving. I remember going through a stop light on the way there. The next thing I know, I'm at a dead end at the end of the road I was on, trying to figure out where I was. That was pretty scary! Thank goodness for the dead end! It felt like I "woke up" or something like that. I don't have words to describe it. Thank goodness also, that I was on my way to meet with him.

My mom came to stay with us a while back. She has dentures and takes them out at night. They were in the room she was sleeping in. When she got up the next morning, they were gone. We couldn't figure out what had happened to them. My husband is bad to sleep walk, and his OCD kicks in and he throws stuff away (cleans) in his sleep sometimes. (I know!) Going with that, we searched all the garbage cans inside and out and couldn't find them. For some reason, in the back of my mind, I kept hearing/knowing that they had been flushed down the toilet in our bathroom. I had no idea why I was thinking that.

She left, dentureless and not very happy! I just kept thinking they had been flushed. When my husband got home, I asked him if he could look and see. The toilet was having issues. Well, they were there in the very bottom, stuck. He asked me how I knew they were there, and I couldn't really answer him. I just knew. I also discovered a not so nice word carved into the doorframe of the bathroom, which I believe were my feelings toward her at the time. Sleepwalking or lost time. Not sure what that would be.

These may fit into one of the other categories, but I couldn't figure out which one.