started off my year...

Started off my year with an episode of being in myself. I didn't plan to, I really didn't want to, I was to almost 3 weeks without incident. It'd been hard to stay outside of my glass box for a few days before I fell prey to it. That's what it feels like... Being stuck in a glass box. I can see the world, and I can hear it, but I can't seem to interact well with it. My little me-person inside can yell, but it does not escape my body.
I disappointed myself when I became trapped in my box... as if I had a choice.
At least I do remember it all now. Not so long ago it was a black box, not a glass one.
I had hoped to at least make it a month... I fear I may never.