Hello?

I'm still around.  I'm still alive.  Barely.  I feel as though I'm wandering through the forest and I'm not sure if the clearing I see is real or if it's an invention of madness.  The only time I have with my thoughts is after a long day of caring for Simon and my intellect isn't what it ought to be.  I know not who or what I am anymore.  And my life is soon to become even more interesting, I fear.