Voices are talking about this time I was admitted to the hospital by my grandmother and while I was on the stretcher a girl that looked similar/sort of like you walked in and pointed at me down the hall and walked out.
Obviously, the “thing to do” would have been to chase you down in the throes of my madness and get all the answers I needed to get or wanted to get out of you then, but I’m in my head even when I’m out of my mind and I knew that doing that would only make my situation worse.
Another week long or more stay at the looney bin and I am where I am now, sans other details.
I don’t know why they zero in and bring up these hyper specific events but hey, I guess I’m just rolling with it.