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I’ve been thinking about how having #aphantasia (inability to form images in my mind) has a relationship with how I process grief.

For example, my beloved dog Cookie passed away in June last year. I grieved her of course, but I legitimately don’t think about her actively unless I look at a photo of her. She’s just not in my brain. Nothing really is.

It’s an interesting way to perceive the world, differently from most of you.

What is in my brain: ideas, words, concepts. I describe the way I think as ‘a wall of text that is floating by, I have to grasp at it to translate some chunk to the world’.