Anya's Memoirs

[Anya Braginskaya]

Last night was a blur. I remember lying down and hoping for sleep. Next I remember it was near morning ... I think. I did not dream, but I do not feel rested. I know soon I will have to meet other patients here. I know it will be nice to talk to someone who isn't the doctor. He looks at me as if I might lose it any minute. I guess that is possibility. But others like me will have better understanding, da?

I hope she will not interfere and will let me have time to myself.

[Anya Braginskaya]

My brother is here. I want to take comfort in this, but at the same time it worries me. His obsession for me hasn't dwindled. Just today he continued to talk about how we should be married. I don't understand why he so firmly believes that this should happen. I'm his sister but when I try to explain this to him, it dissolves into a bout of despair with him. I do love my younger brother, and I want very much for his recovery. But what can I do? I cannot encourage him for his own sanity and for my own. But if I discourage him, he becomes worse. I'm not sure talking to my doctor about this is best either.