DIANA
It’s been four weeks since the treatment
And my mind is still a mess
And what’s left of me remembered
Well, it’s anybody’s guess.
‘Cause my past is like the weather
It will come and it will go
I don’t know, even know
What it is that I don’t know

I’m some Christopher Columbus
Sailing out into my mind
With no map of where I’m going
Or of what I left behind

I don't know, the things I don't know.
I'm sure something's missing, I wish it would show
I don't know, you say take it slow,
And I do, although, how I do, I don't know!

DR. MADDEN:
Are you talking with your husband?

DIANA
Well, he hasn't much to say.

DR. MADDEN
Is it helping you remember?

DIANA
I remember that's his way.

DR. MADDEN
Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row?

DIANA
I don't know, I don't know where the fucking pieces go!
'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done.

DR. MADDEN
Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son?