Dear reader. Monday, the first day of another new week. I woke up - as usual 10 am (many thanks to 5mg of olanzapine) - and took the day as it was. Right after the another late breakfast with oat porridge (some Arabian dates, bananas in it), I took of for a whooping 6km (3,73mi) power-walk. The sun was there with me too. What a lovely day.

Now that it’s evening, I wonder and worry me a bit on how my sleep will be. I am drinking loads of these caffeine free bedtime-teas. I am literally doing everything to have some great sleeping and that I don’t get any nightmares from my visit in the hospital. I’m not sure what else I will do. If this week gets another screw-up, I need to phone my private psychiatrist and have a talk. Or an another appointment. But another part of me says to keep calm and wait a bit. I do talk with my parents about this, and thankfully they explain and bring me positive feedback. That I stay as positive as I can be - even if it’s hard.

I may sound as I’m “Mr. Negative Man” now, but it’s that some people forget and stops remembering what happened in the past. And some not. Especially when my memory is almost intact, that it does that I can remember almost everything that happened in the past (with exception of some minor gaps). My recommendation to you, dear reader, is to walk. Walk, walk and walk. Walk to the woods, to a park. Walk anywhere, but walk. And keep walking. Flush all negative thoughts out and recharge yourself.

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