Last night I made a stir fry of broccoli, carrots, celery, and strips of chicken breast. I added this to some wide egg noodles and a sauce of cream, butter, and parmesan. I find this important because Rosa is home, and I decided to cook like this for myself. I feel a part of some great awakening -- a slumber of which the negative symptoms of my schizophrenia imparted. Everyday I grow a little more awake and into life. There is hope for me yet.