Oblivion

I keep imagining that forgetting is the only possible remedy for my illness.
I wish forgetting was a pill.
Take one and forget it for a week.
Take two and forget for a month.
Take three and forget forever.
Unfortunately, that's not how it works.
My memory forces me to remember, while my whole body cries out for the blessing of not knowing.
What I do not know exists, does not really exist for me and, therefore, does not make me suffer.