I had dreams about nice things. I dreamed about the 3rd Doctor with Rory and Amy Pond, they were in my brother’s old grade school on an early winter morning. I don’t know why, but the dream made me feel very happy. In the same dream, the Doctor gave me a package that had been lost in the mail; it was a gift package from one of the houses where mentally ill people have different hobby groups and workshops that I enjoy visiting. The package contained a plastic handbag with a tube of luxurious hand cream, and other nice things.
I got up in the morning about at eleven o’clock, took my meds and had a wash, and dressed up.
I drank my morning coffee, and then I went to see my mother. I decided to walk there, even if it was going to rain. Nowadays I enjoy walking to my parents’ home, it’s out of the question that I would take a bus.
Once at my parents’ home, both mom and dad were there. Dad is on summer leave from his work.
Mom gave me a portion of the pasta she had cooked, it was scrumptious. I also ate strawberries, apricots, cashew nuts, and a cinnamon roll. I drank coffee and orange juice.
I used my mother’s laptop to pay for the renewal of my Spotify Premium subscription.
Later the day when I left, I travelled east and went to the bank. I withdrew the money, and then I travelled to Quarry City to go talk with the parish worker. We talked, or actually, I talked and he listened, I told him about my life and how I had been on the brink of suicide once again, and how I decided not to commit suicide; I have so many wonderful reasons to live, and so many people who love me.
After I left, I felt happier. I went to the library and paid a part of my library fees.
I went to a clothing shop and bought a new shirt, then I went to the supermarket and bought a week’s worth of food, and some hygiene products.
I walked back home eating a nectarine. I had bought a pound of them simply because I have decided to eat more fruits. The nectarine was very sweet, but it was a bit hard to chew on.
I put the foods into the fridge, and then I had to leave; I was on my way to the youth group.
Once in the group, we made contemporary art from matchsticks, and I drank some cocoa and talked about Doctor Whowith another visitor.
Once back home, I took out the trash, washed the dishes, and re- arranged my stuff. I also tidied up my storage room downstairs.
In the evening I took my medicine, took a shower, made myself a couple of sandwiches, and read the book Girl, Interrupted.