The last of my pills. They devour the nightmares that consume my every waking moment. My supply is running low and I know today when I talk to my therapist I will ask for more in order to stifle the voices and images back down to a place never to be seen by the light.

I've been doing well enough on them. Coy hasn't been looking at me anymore like I were some fragile doll. He hasn't been tip-toeing around me like he had been at the very beginning. We're getting back to normal, but it's taken us months to get back to that level of comfort around each other.

Speaking of.

I don't see him often these days. Between work and my extensive research I haven't been home. What the kids must think of their absentee mother.

That's something that's been bothering me that I'll have to talk to my therapist about.

Something in this hospital is troubling me, though. But do I dare even begin to explain all the things that i've been seeing and hearing around here?

I've been assigned as Head of the DE Asylum and so much goes on down there that boggles the head. I have had to rewrite some new security protocols to ensure the safety of the staff and patients. Other than that, i've still got my apprehensions about heading the department.

I have also been assigned as a temporary Assistant Chief of Staff for the hospital to help deal with the day to day dealings. I have so much on my plate, and little time to breathe, but this is what I have chosen to do.

I can only hope that all my work pays off.

I suppose only time will tell.