A. came home today. She's allowed to spend the weekend in her own bed. This is indeed progress. I had a difficult time talking to her as she seems disinterested but I believe it's just distractedness. She has an inward look about her that is only slightly better than the completely lost and scared look she had before. Still, it's good that she's home.
I am still having a tough time focusing. I feel like I'm in a Phil Dick novel. I'm asking many inward looking questions: what is real? who am I? what is the truth? is there a truth?
Infinite feedback loop.
I realize that some of these answers will be found outside because the extreme introspection can lead to danger.
After all, the apple doesn't fall from the tree, does it.
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