I woke up this morning at four and couldn't sleep. Usually, when I get up, I am rearing to go. I put on some clothes and noticed Maggie was sitting by the front door, wagging her tail, and looking at her leash on the piano. "Come on girl," I told her and we headed out. I only walked down to the elementary school and back. About a mile. I feel good, though. I feel like I am doing something meaningful with my time.
I was thinking about dad as I walked. For the past year, he has come every night to bring my medications. He works all day and still manages to make sure I am mentally okay. That is dedication folks. Many people would say to hell with that. He's a grown man. Make him take his own medications. At first, the paranoia almost got the best of me and I thought he was trying to control me. Now, with my mental health as stable as it has been in years, I see he just cares about me. I thought I would share that this morning as that has been prominent on my mind today.