I am ok and am shooting the breeze. I applied to about twenty jobs and have two interviews. I am waiting for more responses hopefully. In the meantime, I'm going to relax and enjoy life. What the heck!! Jobs come and go, but my life is becoming short. I had a weird dream that I was being executed by chemical injection. People were crying and I said my last words of gratitude to my parents and said, "Don't be like me." Then, I woke up and was in my apartment again. I don't know what to make of it. I was actually very happy to be alive still. And, I am very grateful for the life my parents gave me with God's help. So, I'm not sad nor bitter about my mental illness. I don't have time to think about being miserable but want to enjoy the rest of my life to the fullest. Life is too short and should not be wasted on feeling depressed. I don't know how to convey my gratitude about my life, my health, and my freedom. I am simply thankful.