Canon's Diary
Action without thought is empty; thought without action is blind – Goethe
While living with schizophrenia, I move between Tokyo and Osaka. Through this journal, I hope to quietly share moments from my daily life—and memories from the journey I’ve taken with my illness.
Category: Adlerian psychology
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Last night’s tennis session felt good. My body moved well, and my focus was sharp. The indoor court was brightly lit even at night, its blue carpet offering little in the way of irregular bounces. I made few mistakes at crucial points, and I was able to return serves with controlled counters. My emotions stayed…
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My younger sister sent me a photo from my niece’s entrance ceremony at Waseda University.My mother and I replied with our congratulations.In the picture, my niece stood between her parents, giving a small, slightly shy peace sign. Lately, I’ve been thinking about my mother, who lives alone at our family home.Almost every day, I send…
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With each passing day, the warmth deepens, and the arrival of spring makes itself felt. Yet today, of all days—a long-awaited Saturday—the light morning drizzle had turned into steady rain by noon. I hurried to bring the laundry in from the balcony. By now, the cherry blossoms should have been in full bloom. As I…
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Every week is much the same. After working full days from Monday through Friday, I am completely worn out by Friday evening, and by the time I make it home, I collapse into a kind of quiet exhaustion. Yesterday was no different. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I bought a breaded egg cutlet bento…
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It was a clear and pleasant day.With each passing day, the air had been growing warmer, though a light coat still felt necessary when stepping outside. I woke in the morning and checked my phone.Eight hours and six minutes of sleep—uninterrupted, deep, and quietly restorative. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I took…
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It was a quiet morning. I had drawn the curtains tightly, so the room was dim and utterly still. Worn out from work, I wanted to give my body a proper rest, so I closed my eyes once more beneath the covers and took a deep breath. I could hear almost nothing—only, faintly, the sound…
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The water is very cold when I wash the dishes in the kitchen. After finishing breakfast—pork miso soup I had made ahead of time and bacon and eggs—I did a quick cleaning of the room and hung the laundry out on the balcony. It was ten o’clock on a Saturday morning. From the sixth floor…
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Monday, September 15, 2025. A cloudy sky. The air was pleasantly cool, and for the first time in weeks I turned off the air conditioner, opened the window, and let the outside breeze drift in. In Japan, today is Respect-for-the-Aged Day, a national holiday. The scaffolding that had long surrounded the exterior walls of my…
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Wednesday, September 10, 2025.Today, I was scheduled to visit a client in Toyosu, Tokyo, on a business trip. Dressed in a white shirt without a tie, I left Settsu-Tonda Station at 8 a.m., boarded the Shinkansen from Kyoto, and headed toward Shinagawa. Just yesterday, I had wrapped up a kickoff meeting with another client near…
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Sunday, September 7, 2025. A blazing sun. At 7:30 in the morning, we gathered at the tennis courts on the roof of the Naruse Clean Center. The city-run courts are built on top of a sewage treatment plant — a rather unusual setting. Fourteen omni-surface courts stretch out across the rooftop. Our team, made up…
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