My Boxing day was a bit sad :c
Last night I woke up at half past eleven o’clock, and my internal clock was already about six in the morning. I spent the night eating licorice, writing into my diary, knitting, and wondering why Netflix deleted my favorite holiday movie How Sarah got her wings.
In the morning when my parents started stirring in their beds, I was fast asleep. I had already taken my morning medicine at three o’clock in the morning to help me sleep.
I got up later, ate the oatmeal porridge prepared by my mother, and had coffee and cocoa. I also made a few sandwiches.
I had slept in brassiere, panties, and t- shirt, so I was quickly dressed by putting on my leggings and skirt.
My parents had been grocery shopping. Later that day dad went to the gym, and mom went for a walk. It’s amazing, my dad is 62 years old and my mother is 69 years old, and my dad still goes to the gym every day and my mom can go for two walks every day! I could never compete with that.
After lunch, my mom gave me the weekly allowance, and I took a bus back to my hometown. I noticed that someone had smashed a vodka bottle on the pavement, so I picked off the shards and took them to the garbage bin.
When I was walking the street to my home, I kept on murmuring to myself quietly; as you might already know, I suffer from schizophrenia and sometimes the only way I can deal with the delusions is by talking to them. This woman who lives in the same street walked past me and snapped, “You should be locked up in a mental ward!”
I was too offended to say anything at all.
I went back home, feeling sad. But I also realized that I should take responsibility of the situation, too; no matter how you twist and turn it, it’s not proper to talk to yourself in a public place, lest you want to actually be locked up. We live in a world of other people, whether we want it or not.
I brushed my teeth, put on some lotion, tidied up after Mirette, washed a load of laundry, took the washed dishes off the drying cupboard and put them into their proper places.
I left and went to the shopping mall. I went to a small shop and bought four big plastic canvas bags where I am going to keep my recyclable waste.
When I was packing them, a man I didn’t recognize stood on my backpack straps; no matter how many times I poked him and told him to move, he wouldn’t listen.
I went to the supermarket and bought four liters of oat milk, and went back home. I felt utterly devastated.
I tried to distract myself by actually doing something, but I felt like I was just wasting my time.
I decided to go to the parish, but it was closed. I got on and off buses until I made it to a convenience store; I got a free coffee when I downloaded the store app on my smartphone.
I took a bus back home. I took my evening medicine and wondered if I am going to get any sleep tonight.
Tomorrow I will go to the physiotherapist for two massages; face and head, neck and shoulders. In the evening me and Mirette will go to movies to see Star Wars: The Rise of the Skywalker.
On Saturday, I will turn 31 years old. I will do the weekly housework; tidy up the bathroom, change the towels, take out the recycling. I will also take a shower and do the twelve- step Korean skincare regiment.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will also call my granny. If the weather is okay, I will walk there and back.
In the morning when my parents started stirring in their beds, I was fast asleep. I had already taken my morning medicine at three o’clock in the morning to help me sleep.
I got up later, ate the oatmeal porridge prepared by my mother, and had coffee and cocoa. I also made a few sandwiches.
I had slept in brassiere, panties, and t- shirt, so I was quickly dressed by putting on my leggings and skirt.
My parents had been grocery shopping. Later that day dad went to the gym, and mom went for a walk. It’s amazing, my dad is 62 years old and my mother is 69 years old, and my dad still goes to the gym every day and my mom can go for two walks every day! I could never compete with that.
After lunch, my mom gave me the weekly allowance, and I took a bus back to my hometown. I noticed that someone had smashed a vodka bottle on the pavement, so I picked off the shards and took them to the garbage bin.
When I was walking the street to my home, I kept on murmuring to myself quietly; as you might already know, I suffer from schizophrenia and sometimes the only way I can deal with the delusions is by talking to them. This woman who lives in the same street walked past me and snapped, “You should be locked up in a mental ward!”
I was too offended to say anything at all.
I went back home, feeling sad. But I also realized that I should take responsibility of the situation, too; no matter how you twist and turn it, it’s not proper to talk to yourself in a public place, lest you want to actually be locked up. We live in a world of other people, whether we want it or not.
I brushed my teeth, put on some lotion, tidied up after Mirette, washed a load of laundry, took the washed dishes off the drying cupboard and put them into their proper places.
I left and went to the shopping mall. I went to a small shop and bought four big plastic canvas bags where I am going to keep my recyclable waste.
When I was packing them, a man I didn’t recognize stood on my backpack straps; no matter how many times I poked him and told him to move, he wouldn’t listen.
I went to the supermarket and bought four liters of oat milk, and went back home. I felt utterly devastated.
I tried to distract myself by actually doing something, but I felt like I was just wasting my time.
I decided to go to the parish, but it was closed. I got on and off buses until I made it to a convenience store; I got a free coffee when I downloaded the store app on my smartphone.
I took a bus back home. I took my evening medicine and wondered if I am going to get any sleep tonight.
Tomorrow I will go to the physiotherapist for two massages; face and head, neck and shoulders. In the evening me and Mirette will go to movies to see Star Wars: The Rise of the Skywalker.
On Saturday, I will turn 31 years old. I will do the weekly housework; tidy up the bathroom, change the towels, take out the recycling. I will also take a shower and do the twelve- step Korean skincare regiment.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will also call my granny. If the weather is okay, I will walk there and back.