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: family

  • Thursday. It’s somewhat cloudy. My head feels a bit hazy—probably due to the increased medication. On my way to work, I suddenly wondered if I had brushed my teeth this morning. When I touched my cheek, I could tell I had shaved. My teeth felt smooth too, so I probably did brush them, but I…

  • July 9th, Wednesday. Sunny.Since the rainy season ended early this year, summer will likely be long.For breakfast, I fried up some frozen fried rice.I was supposed to have a tennis lesson yesterday, but had to work a little overtime, so I missed it.I thought about rescheduling it for today, but decided against it—I wanted some…

  • Tuesday, July 8th.I still had some bread left over from when I made French toast on Sunday, so for breakfast today, I toasted a slice, topped it with lettuce, ham, and cheese, and enjoyed it. I toasted the bread in a frying pan with some butter. Who needs a toaster when a frying pan does…

  • Monday, July 7th.Clear skies.It’s Tanabata today, but I have no plans to meet my own Orihime.She’s probably busy working at the pharmacy in Tokyo, and I’m here in Osaka, having just finished my tenth technical document. I wonder when it started—this gradual growing apart.Maybe it’s because I wrote about my wife in yesterday’s post that…

  • Sunday, July 6th.This morning, I casually turned on the TV and found a documentary showing the lives of people in a small village centered around a dairy farm. A first-year junior high school girl living there said she loved being surrounded by nature and watching the Zao mountains, whose expressions change every day. She talked…

  • 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…

  • Tuesday, July 1.Last night I got home late, so I didn’t soak in the tub—just took a quick shower. Even this morning, waking up, I felt a sluggish heaviness lingering in the thick, humid air. It’s sunny outside, but my apartment building is under exterior renovation, scaffolding all around. Even the windows on my top-floor…

  • Monday, June 30.It was my first time going back to our Osaka head office in a while.My fridge was empty, but luckily, I found some fried rice waiting for me in the freezer — that saved the day. Having worked through Saturday and Sunday in Tokyo, plus taking the bullet train all the way to…

  • Saturday, June 28.In the afternoon, I came home from my psychiatric appointment and had soba noodles for lunch. Since I didn’t have any kakiage tempura, I tossed in some cabbage, pork, and carrots to make sure I was getting enough veggies. I was a bit worried about work, so I turned on my work laptop…

  • 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,…