So here we are, typing contently away in an empty house fueled on orange pekoe and savoring silence. We usually live in a city about five hundred kilometers, or three hundred miles away from here. Our parents live in this smallish, cold, landlocked, and unappealing city while we live on an island surrounded by beautiful trees with a castle up the street and friends that genuinely care.  
Here, we feel like we melt into a mess of complacency and melancholy.  
Everything seems to have been divided by Asher's need to argue and make himself heard and multiplied by Janelle's arrangement with Cyran to keep everything under wraps until the timing is right. Lorraine is a stable and helping hand to Janelle, while Kaare slides from childhood to pre-pubescent indeterminately. Brodie makes choices for us while we struggle to keep everyone working together as a team, because that's how we try and view ourselves as.  
It's an attempt at interpersonal relationships to an extreme experienced by few, and understood by fewer still. Misunderstood exponentially by mental health professionals and the public, to be clearer. We don't get how we came to be this way, but we've given up expending energy into "fixing" the situation, and are now focusing on raising our standards of living without extreme measures like anti-psychotics.  We still take a daily small dose of citalopram for panic attacks, but really, what a change from daily seroquel, sertraline, and risperidone.
We'll take quality of life over normal behavior any day, thanks.