In the seclusion room I was riding a pendulum that would swing from the past through the present into the future and back again, though that wasn’t all there was to it. There would be times, very brief times, when I was okay and could understand and make myself understood and where it wasn’t all lurching gobbledygook. Before I swung out of the present and was really nowhere again, I wanted to wake people up and tell them I was okay so that they wouldn’t give up on me.
