I suppose this is my first journal. Maybe? Unclear. It's possible I had one before. Possible that I didn't. Anyway, it will prove useful for the future, I think. I can't recall much about my life to this point. I washed up somewhere and was found by a local fisherman, still alive! Strange. To think I'd have drowned or at least succumbed to some severity of the state I was, sort of am still, in is quite a thought. However, I'm not sure if I should think of it as a blessing or a curse. There is much to ponder here. I don't know if I will regain memories as I heal, or if I shall just never fully know who I was, or what kind of life I led, or the people who were part of that life.
I am perturbed by these thoughts, though not entirely without reason, I think. Likely would be easier if I had forgot entirely. I don't think I want to forget though. Maybe? Too soon to know which I'd prefer, though I know I can't choose either one. Time will tell if I let go and embrace the future that awaits me now, or re-discover myself as I was. I'm not sure of where to begin, where to go, what to do. There are many outcomes that lie ahead of me now. How exciting! And unclear.
My head hurts.
Signed -
Kurigath
[ The hand writing is unsteady, clumsily scrawled across the page. In the bottom right corner, there is a very messy sketch of what may just be a flag, emblazoned with an unidentifiable symbol. Or a window with a dog(?) behind it. Or in front of it? ]