2020-07-16 / 3:19 p.m.

I was supposed to be writing on the theme of 'hope', but I expect that I might not be the right person for the job. In the afternoons, when I'm coming back around into my body, my brain has already vacated. This medication reminds me of being a teenager forced to take medication for depression. I feel my own presence, but I am so far removed from my physical body that I couldn't really be certain that it's mine anymore. And I suppose that that's what it's supposed to do, in a sense. We don't get pain relief without the added feelings of disassociation and displacement. I was a ghost back in 2007 and I am a ghost now.