Lately I have been comforting myself and getting myself to sleep at night by thinking about the hospital and creating safety by thinking about bed checks, and imagining the staff asking me questions to make sure I am OK.

Last night it occurred to me that my life could be a giant hallucination, and that I am really in the hospital right now. Maybe night time is when I have small moments of clarity. Probably not, but...

I am not sure what to believe...