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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Wednesday, September 3, 2025. By the time I got home, the surroundings were already dim. There seemed to be a few more clouds than usual. The morning and evening news keep reporting on the lingering summer heat, but I can feel that the days have started to cool down a little. While I feel relieved…
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Saturday, August 30, 2025. For lunch, I had soba with cabbage, carrots, and pork. Lately, I’ve been drawn to soba made entirely from buckwheat flour. Its flavor is rich, its texture slightly dry at first, yet springy and chewy at the core. I also enjoy the simple pleasure of finishing the meal with soba-yu, the…
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August 27, 2025, Wednesday.I came home from work and finished dinner with some leftover keema curry I had prepared earlier. For some reason, I felt like drinking red wine tonight—something I hadn’t done in a while—so I bought a cheap bottle of Bordeaux at the convenience store. Now I’m enjoying it with a bit of…
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August 25, 2025. It was mostly a clear day. The heat outside was said to be relentless, but under COVID restrictions I did not leave my apartment, and so the true feel of the day remained beyond me. From my window I could see clouds drifting at times, but unlike yesterday, there was no thunder…
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Saturday, July 5th. This morning I slept in until around 8 o’clock. The sky was beautifully clear. For breakfast, I had mildly seasoned fried rice. I’d decided to take it easy today. I turned on the TV and watched a recording of the 2025 Roland Garros French Open final—Carlos Alcaraz versus Jannik Sinner. Since it…
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Thursday, July 3rd.It’s cloudy, but the humidity and temperature are high.When I finally arrived at the office, the air conditioning was blasting. I hadn’t felt well since the morning. Lightheaded, nauseous, chills that made me put on extra layers. I couldn’t focus on work. Something was clearly wrong. I checked my pill case — I…
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June 28th, Saturday. A perfectly clear day. When I woke up, it was already past 9:00. A week’s worth of fatigue had hit me all at once, and I had overslept. I had an appointment at the psychiatric clinic at 9:30, so I jumped out of bed and hurried to get ready. In the kitchen,…
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Tuesday, June 10. I woke up around 5:30 a.m. When I opened the curtains, I saw that it was raining. It seems that the Kinki region officially entered the rainy season yesterday. In Kyushu, there has been heavy rain, and warnings have been issued for potential landslides.“Why do I keep waking up so early?”I washed…
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◆ Shibuya in Flux May 5th. I visited Shibuya for a lunch gathering with my old friends from Tokyo Metropolitan Hiroo High School. Around midday, the station was bustling with young people and foreign tourists. Luckily, the weather was clear—important, as I had planned to walk to my alma mater southeast of the station afterward.…
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On the morning of April 25, a little after 9 a.m., the movers arrived and began carrying out my belongings. Since I didn’t have much and everything was already packed, the two movers loaded everything onto the truck quickly and efficiently. Once they left the house, I promptly began preparing to head to Osaka on…
Canon's Diary 