You can remember everything about yourself that you thought was fundamental. But now something's not normal, something's off. Now you're new, but in a completely alien meaning of the word. Because look at where you are again.
Fingertips trembling, holding your breath. 141 unread messages. The water faucet left running. The same dream again. This is why you'll never be able to quit, why you're in it for good, why you'll keep coming back to me over and over again.
Nothing's going to resolve this, and it won't get better on its own. You're no more than a helpless witness to it over and over again. Crawling on the same floor.