It's hard. When you finally find your psychotic other half, you don't want to let go. No one will understand you like they do. And they and everybody else knows it.

Sometimes I wake up with a completely different outlook to life. It's not everyday yet, but it's been that way the past few weeks. My therapist says I even sound different, confident, and content. Now if only I could figure out how to eat regularly so I can stop the little weird phases. I want to be healthy. But it seems like everyone around me doesn't. And it's difficult for me to cut the energy between us. Slowly, but surely. I do feel a lot better though. I finally feel like I'm living.