Lucky

 I just came back from a walk along a trail north-east of the city. I am remarking that I am very lucky to have the living situation that I have. It can become a bit intense sometimes, to go to bed in "public housing", but to have a quiet space that is affordable and all mine makes me feel fortunate. Now that it's getting hot out and I have the air conditioner going, it's quite comfortable to simply sit and look out the window and enjoy peace and quiet.

I am not sure about the medication regime I'm on, because it is a lot. Sometimes I feel dull or muted in terms of my ability to feel joy. Unfortunately, it seems like I am stuck with the pills. There doesn't seem to be a clear way of getting off them without exacerbating negative effects (or symptoms, in mental health lingo).

One hopes that in time (and I will be on these medications for a very long time) I will settle into a place where I can forget I'm even on them, and just enjoy life to the best of my ability.