I don't understand the world so well. I'm trying to encourage others. Here I am, going from hospital to hospital, Center to center, looking for some sort of insight in order to live some sort of life I've never had and at my age it does not make sense. I don't even like money that much. I see all this greed and the fast pace, and it makes no sense to me. I thought I wanted a faster life, but I don't see it. I don't see it realistically happening. If I'm getting threatened with insurance fraud and jail just for showing up for help, then something is wrong. Somewhere I'm missing the boat, all labels aside. I'm looking towards eastern medicine and trying to go maybe 1/3 the pace of the next person because it's better to go 1/3 as fast and take fewer detours then to go just as fast and go everywhere but where I need to go. At least going 1/3 as fast, I might eventually get somewhere. 

    So, I'm redoubling my effort to cut every expense that I can possibly cut. I'm isolating to the max. I'm focusing every available moment on staying the course: Keeping on medication, getting enough sleep, eating right, exercising, and making the moments that I have with others effective. I've wasted enough time. I've seen enough of the world. I've met plenty of people. I need to focus. I don't have time for keeping up with whatever joneses or popular culture or whatever else is not an essential part of my life. I'm sure they'll still argue about what the hell my problem was after I'm dead. Regardless, I need to do something useful. Meaningful. With someone that wants to do something meaningful with me. Someone who believes as I do. Who understands this mess of Whateverisms that my life is. For richer or poorer, till death do I come apart. 

    I want to write because I don't feel like I am able to relate to people in the real world the way I need to. I want to write because the world doesn't make sense to me. I want to write because I'm told I'm good at it.