Journal Entry: 10/5/10

I'm writing now.

I forgot.

Funny, how you forget the most important things. I forgot everything, and now I'm relearning. It is very hard.

Everything is very hard. That's why I keep the little victories. Each one is a little pearl, sapphire, diamond, a little glint of light I can roll around in my hand. Bless them, they don't look at me like I'm mad.

I'm only half way mad. I think.

These are the treasures that I got today:

I woke up.

I ate breakfast.

I took a shower. (This one was very hard; I almost couldn't but I did)

I went grocery shopping.

I got medicine.

I ate lunch.

I read in the sunshine.

I was hungry. (This one is very important too, I haven't been hungry in a week or more)

When I was hungry, I got up and I went inside. I got carrots, and an apple, and water, and milk, and finally toast-with-pumpkin butter. Then I went back outside, and I ate everything.

Tomorrow, I will go to Northfield.

Tomorrow, I will do some homework. (This is terrifying, but it's just reading; I can do just reading).

Maybe I will go to coffee. Maybe I will make it to folk. Maybe I will see him.

Tomorrow is not so bad. There's plenty of time.

I will write, I need to remember to write. I can't close off the doors in my head, not forever.

One.

Two.

Skip these three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Maybe I am mad; I've always been. Maybe we all are.