a drink to your health

Today I cried before ten in the morning. It wasn't much, but my eyes are still damp. It was good.

"I think the new drugs are working," I said, and she said, "Ahh, isn't that awful?" And I knew exactly what she meant.

I am happy for the first time in so long—happy because of coffee, books, friends, good weather, casual adventures, a cat and thoughts about the future. And at the back of my mind there's a worry that none of this happiness is real. A worry that I have myself fooled.

"All right," I said, "I have to go to bed. I've got to be up in the morning." And he said, "Working on your project?" And I said, "No, therapy appointment." And he looked down at me and said, "Ah, right! I forget about that."

It's a Tuesday, and Tuesday are full of classes I hate, but people I don't. The sky is grey and I'm glad to be alive.