Today it was off to the gym. I had this now for two months, and now I regularly go four times a week. My goal is to stay healthy as much as I can. That means no tobacco no nothing. Especially not beer or any alcoholic drinks. I notice that a lot of people do same as I, just go to the gym and feel good. Both young, middle aged and elder. Age has no numbers at the gym.

I haven’t heard yet from my government psychiatrist (doc). That promise that I would’ve get appointment week 2 (since I was in the “priority list”) just proves that they never ever kept their word. But they sure as hell made sure I always obeyed them no matter what. And that is the power of hierarchy some lunatic doctors have here. It’s sometimes questionable and shocking on how the hell they even became doctors, working in clinics and hospitals to treat people’s mental illnesses - the most vulnerable illness there is.

I’m sorry that I have to bring this crap up every now and then, dear reader. But it’s these kind of events that people are literally afraid to step their foot into a hospital. To have an incompetent and incomplete staff around you. But now I have plans. Plans to stay well, take my days step by step and get back to my work. And never ever go to become burned out. To live the life and embrace those years I have left. Despite that my 20s and 30s were a mess, I have many more to embrace and enjoy from. And I hope you do that too, dear reader.

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