Woke up at a good time relatively speaking. 8am.

Walked the long way around the block, some paranoia was creeping in about panic attacks but we made it thank God.

Slept a bit. Not good. So tired all the time though.

Tired of schizophrenia…

Everything relates to everything else. It’s a nightmare of discernment.

Essentially, God talks, the devil talks and the mind plays tricks on you. So it’s very difficult to know what is good and true.

How do you enjoy the moment when you face death every minute? Where comes the joy when you face death all the time?

Who can you trust? If you have self-control then you can trust yourself, and of course Jesus. The best you can hope for in trust is trusting yourself and in God.