We are going into winter in the southern hemisphere, which is the only good thing that I can think of right now. Otherwise, even on a high dose of anti-depressants, I still feel pretty depressed.
My life went down the plughole as soon as I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Such is a tragedy for me. I have no future apart from medications. I would just commit suicide if it weren’t for my anti-depressants and anti-psychotics.
But nobody else cares. Not even my friends pay close attention much to me. I have to go on chat rooms, hoping to make a friend in the world.
I guess, God punishes each of us for our sins, to varying degrees, both in this life, and the next.
I think there are drug dealers in the street. I’m sort of glad they leave the houses alone. I’m not courageous enough to find out what they are doing. I just hide in here, and hope Jesus protects me.