Here I represent or give an account of through words, figure, model, or mental picture what happened, in this stint with madness. More
I thought whether I’d made any good, important decisions from the results of all this. Did I need a group to help? Help of other people maybe? I couldn’t remember ever such a situation. But maybe I’d forgotten. I began thinking of my old friends. Who of them would help me to make the decision? About what though? What would I ask of them? Maybe should I recollect how I felt from all this I could call to mind the decision made? If any. But would I trust the advice given? Would through strangers making decisions for me or at least helping, would that work? Had that? Or would they likely make bad decisions? Added entertainment. This was quickly becoming undone.