Your medication, by law, had to be locked up in a safe. Of course, you were given a key… that you somehow lost. Oopise.

Three weeks. Three weeks without your meds had gone by, and you were slowly going crazy. You couldn’t remember basic things, and you felt horrible. Like you were utterly useless. So there were notes. Everywhere.

‘Files’ — To say that you had to read through everybody’s file again.

‘21:18 -> Cookie’ — To remember when Cookie, your German Shepherd needed her walk.

‘Knife -> cabinet’ — to remember that your favorite knife was hidden in the cabinet behind the flour.

And so on. Random words that have no meaning to the others but a lot to you.

“What does ‘S-sesh’ mean?”, Simon asked as he walked in your room, holding a familiar neon orange sticky note.