I have the house to myself right now. It's quite wonderful actually. I love my mother. Don't get me wrong at all. I just needed a break. I think that she did too judging by how she was snapping at me again yesterday.
I notice that the voices haven't been that bad during the past few days. I think that's so freaking cool. I needed a break from them too. So far since I have woken up I have a clear mind and even the birds are speaking bird instead of english. The dogs bark dog again. It's wonderful. I feel normal right now. I hope that it lasts a while. It's wierd how this is happening right before I was going to tell my doctor that I wanted a change in my antipsychotic medicine. I just took my antidepressants. Anyway, the change is good. I hope that it stays that way. I'm also kind of glad that I didn't try and kill myself last night. I have to remember that homelessness would only be temporary. I also have to remember that the voices cleared up for the most part and started to blow up again already on this same dosage of medicine. I have to be careful of my stress levels.
I opened up a bank account with a check I got for Christmas. There's a hold on the check. The funds should become available to me while my father is down here. I couldn't ask for more perfect timing. The account will be there in case I am approved for Social Security or if I'm forced to go back to work with my illness. Either way, it's all good. Maybe if the voices stay at a minimum this time, I can actually go back to work without an issue. I don't know. We'll see.
