I made a post on Reddit in response to someone telling the story of how they had to break up with their girlfriend, because she lost her memory in an accident and no longer remembers him. I said:

Things like this make me depressed, because it only confirms [in my interpretation anyway], that who we are as a person is not an inherit part of our psyche, but only the accumulated amalgamation of memories and experiences that can be wiped away as easily as a hard drive.

That is to say, even if there is an afterlife, will we be capable of remembering who we are? The way I understand it now, our memories are kept in the synapses and physical presence of our mortal brain. I don't believe in any religion. Each one tries to interpret our reality into their own story, for me it's just a distraction from discovering the real truth.

There are anecdotes from personal experiences that I have led me to believe we are connected in ways we have not discovered yet. So, I do believe there is something more out there for us, but in the end, those anecdotes were only sensory responses and there really is no recourse.