“I don’t remember.” Three words that can feel like a knife twisting in fresh wounds. Three words that often hide layers of meaning deeper than simple forgetting. Sometimes “I don’t remember” means “I’ve spent years compartmentalising this part of my life, pushing it into a box so tightly sealed that retrieving specific memories feels impossible.” Sometimes it means “I’m terrified that the details will hurt you more than you’re already hurting.” Sometimes it means “I’m ashamed. Each memory feels