You can't recover memories of a missing event. That's a fallacy.
I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.
To be here recovers from a state of soul, from a state of mind. I have the memory of the heart. I know what I received. I must have the will to give back to others.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
Recovered. Had my personality crossed over that border, whatever and wherever it was, to resume life within the confines of normal? Had I stopped arguing with my personality and learned to straddle the line between sane and insane?