I stopped seeing the doctors a while ago. In a few months I spent over a hundred thousand dollars visiting doctors and other specialists. It was a fruitless attempt to remedy my blackouts. My case was impossible, they all said. My brain was healthy but they kept testing, of course. They ran their tests and ran up my bills. Despite the medicines and world-renown doctors, I couldn’t escape the blackouts.
“Do you always carry that locket around,” a man asked as I woke up from my latest blackout. I was sitting across from an old man. He wore a grey suit with an odd golden tie. The nameplate on his oak desk read, “Jeremy Cross – Clinical Psychologist.”
I stammered, “Yes, but I’m not sure why.”
Dr. Cross leaned forward. His golden tie swayed left to right momentarily and he smirked. “I see you’ve come to. You had just explained to me why you carry the locket.”
He nodded. “Josh,” he said my name with shocking familiarity, “you have two separate personalities. The other personality had come to me about his morning blackouts.”
I was quiet. Then: “How did this happen?”
“After the wreck, your wife died. The you that you’re experiencing now, is not really you. I feel you know that in your heart, but this is not you. The real you has been seeing me in the evenings for coping with her death, and you? You are the part of yourself that wishes everything was normal. You are a fabrication.”
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