Diana: It's been four weeks since the treatment, and my mind is still a mess And what's left to be 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?