I have my birthday soon and am grateful for many things in my life. I have a job, am relatively mentally stable, am living a good life, and am in pretty good health overall. I could want more but am grateful for what I have. I have not bought new stuff recently like clothes or shoes. But, I have enough to get by and look healthy since I sleep well, eat relatively healthy, and walk all over the place. I don't drink nor smoke. I am happy overall. I do have bills to pay still and have to work. But, I'm living a relatively good simple life. I still have problems with men but this is not anything new. I am trying to work on this by devoting time to myself.

So, today I went out to eat and ate an expensive meal with dessert and coffee. Tomorrow, I will eat out again by going to the fashion district here and enjoy myself. Day after tomorrow, I may eat out again and try a new dish somewhere.

I take my medication daily and just came back from the psych doc who said he is happy I"m doing well. So, he wants me to see him in two and a half months. I am happy.

I was homeless once so really appreciate what I have now. I remember not being able to find anything to eat and not being able to pay for food. I was broke and sleeping on benches. Now, I think with covid-19 I would be dead if I was homeless now. It was my fault I became homeless. I stopped taking my medication and became psychotic. I don't know how I recovered but it took me some time to get back on my feet.

I want to earn more money if possible so am thinking of ways to earn money legally. I feel I can do this now since I am relatively stable.

Life is not bad and is pretty good. I feel happy that my life is on the right path again for now. I had some breaks this past year but continued taking my medication. I did the right thing because I recovered with only a slight psychotic break, instead of a full-blown psychotic break.

I also wanted to thank the people who write on this forum. You have helped me to think about my actions critically as well as been supportive of my decisions.

I could rant about how lonely my life is but it is really not that bad. I have my family still who talk to me daily and some acquaintances who help me pass my time.

I feel good about myself. Of course, I could obsess over my mistakes again and again. But, I've come to terms with my illness and accepted that I am fallible and make mistakes from which I have gained insight.

Life is a journey, not a destination. I have been to many places and in many situations. But, I am now accepting of myself and my illness.

Thank you all! And, may the good times roll!