Forgetting who you are is one of the worst experiences a person can go through, I lived it in my adolescence when one day I came home from school tired and went to sleep when I woke up I did not remember my name and as the minutes passed more anxiety and despair I felt, I did not want to go out and ask who I was but after a good time trying to remember I looked for my identity card and when I read my name it was so strange, as if it was the first time I read that name, I spent days getting used to my identity, I repeated my name out loud. The experience was so unpleasant that I never forgot it.
Now, if it happened to me again that I even forgot the place where I am, the first thing I would do is try to locate myself in time and space, ask date, time and place, besides knowing if someone knows me to give me proof of that, undoubtedly I would look for photographs to remember, and I would look for my parents to tell me details of my life, who better than them to know what has happened to me.
With the photographs in hand I would go to those places where they were taken and thus reconstruct my identity, I would also look for videos where I appear speaking or singing, and my notes and my calligraphy, maybe it would help me to see my own strokes.
In those moments I am sure that keeping calm is the best and the hardest thing to do, so I would try to drink tea to help me relax.