So, it feels like I just woke up. Like I snapped out of a deep sleep. I'm on my way home with my liftclub. Almost home. I look down at my clothes: grey jersey, grey jeans with the patterns I painted on weeks ago. I don't remember putting these clothes on, or ironing. I don't remember my day at work.

I remember crying last night before bed, and laughing really hard on Friday. That's it.

Before I "came to", I heard voices. I recognise two of the three. One was isabelle, our caregiver/negotiator and the other was our Protector, Shara.
Shara was asking Isabelle to step back, and let me be. They were whispering. Isabelle didn't want to go back inside. It made Shara irritated. "She needs to see what's wrong," said Shara. Isabelle must have listened, because here I am. Me.

I'm typing this out more as a log for me, so that I can take note of what I heard, and when I came to.

I don't know what Shara wants me to see, to know, to notice.

*sigh*

... It's feels like I need to play some catch up.

Anyway, hello all . How are you all doing?