So what goes on in there?

I wonder. I wonder what she thinks about. I know she has some idea something is wrong. I know that not knowing the time or date has to be frustrating. I know shes embarassed by her lack of mental clarity. I know she still tries to cover, by trying to laugh in the right spots, and nod in the right spots. I imagine she's scared.

I wonder whats going on in there when shes with herself. I wish I could "share her brain" for some idea of whats going on.

I see as the depression improves, glimpses of my mom. I'll take the glimpses.