Things keep falling out of my head. Mostly they are little things, the loss of which has no impact on my life, but that I am poorer for the loss.
Better now I can hear myself. The glass between me and my howling heart is thinner. This combination of medication has raised me and kept me above the quality of mind that can only be described as “surviving".
There is always a price.
My memory.
These things to fall out of my head may be small, but, they are important. And now they are gone.