End of autumn
It’s been a week now. I can’t believe it’s been a week already.
The wind is stirring today, blowing in from the North Sea. Yet, I still find it calming to sit here out all alone, by myself. And I felt that today was the day to start writing again.
My mind is still fighting me, bringing up thoughts of what I experienced up in Isdalen. Still I find myself waking up from the laughter, crying, and singing of children. From images of their skulls being bashed in, and their bodies sinking down, deeper and deeper. There hasn’t really been a lot of sleep at all, and even Amalie has shown her concerns, trying her best to help me. Sadly, none of them have helped very much, but I do appreciate her effort.
In the meantime, I’ve been given cocaine from the doctor to help me cope with the frightening images. It has helped a little, but still not enough. I am thinking of increasing the dose a bit tomorrow if