I'm Really Not Mentally Ill

Who am I, where am I, what is my name? ... I was tied to the bed with my limbs stretched out. I would never do this in the past... I remember that my hands, feet, and neck were restrained before. I tried to move my hands and feet and found that the restraints had been released... I escaped, escaped from that white prison... I want to go back, they don't understand anything, so they can't do anything to me...