This could be an ambitious series, but better not put the pressure on myself.
I know I write well. People tell me I write well.
It's having a dialogue with the reader. Simple. In your language.
So, a popular school thing, having ''hopes and dreams'', and here it is ''Dreaming'' myself far from psykiatrin.
I have hard time keeping a thread, and mostly for my sake, will try.
Been caught up in the psychiatry system since 18. All they could find was a deep resentment to my father. Naturally, psychiatry is a bluff.
I'm ok with all the tabletts they give, except for the anti-psychotic abilify shot it really slows me down, numbs me, and numbs my writing.
I have to load up on coffee for A.D.D. medicine, they are not keen on giving this. I am ok with that.
Right now I have a cold, and too much coffee just I can't get it down or something.
Dreaming myself far from psykiatrin.
This is what to keep me sane.
For all I can bounce around housing to housing  gilla/ogilla läget  we got a place that is  worse/better for you. Mind, I have had my apartments, but the grand treasure in psychiatry group living, is getting your own apartment. And that is kind of the goal here (I am sober in all ways) so you get back in society, maybe find a gal, maybe settle down, maybe that type of thing. So fly forward in dreams and thoughts. And well I will be going to eksjö in eight days; stay at the hotel ;) Gonna be nice.