Well, my last ip was about three weeks ago. They put back on meds that make gain weight, but I guess there are worse fates than being fat. I feel better. The psychosis is gone, but I wish I didn't have any mood swings. My mood swings are just less pronounced, which is quite an accomplishment. Still, I'd rather enter a more stable period. Altogether, I'm grateful. I, still, have my job. I'm functioning, just not the level I would like, but there is always room for improvement in life. There is no shame in that in that. There is no sin in simple imperfection. If my compassion does not include myself, how, then, can I say my compassion is complete?