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: Father
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Wednesday, May 14th.Around 3 a.m. last night, I realized I’d fallen asleep in the recliner and moved to my bed. This morning, I felt a bit sluggish. I had forgotten to take my nightly medication, so I quickly swallowed it with a full glass of water. The coldness going down my throat helped wake me…
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I woke up this morning and brushed my teeth.Expecting another busy day ahead, I had two slices of toast for breakfast to keep my energy up.There are still many items left on the list my father titled “Things to Do When Hidero Dies”, but taking them one by one, they aren’t all that difficult.Leaving behind…
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Yesterday, I must have fallen asleep in bed without even realizing it. I hadn’t taken a shower.On the table sits a half-finished glass of whisky, its fizz gone flat.My eyes seem swollen.It’s now 6:30 in the morning. I take a small sip from the glass on the table.Once again, tears begin to well up. Today…
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On the morning of May 11th, after finishing breakfast, I did some laundry under the clear skies. While I was at it, the floor mat I had ordered arrived. With all the furniture finally in place, the floor mat was the last piece. So, I moved the TV stand, the table, and the cupboard out…
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On the evening of April 30th, after dinner, my father said, “I’m going to the city hospital for a bit.” He had been running a slight fever for a few days, and although we were keeping an eye on it, it seemed his condition was worsening. The signs had been there for some time, but…
Canon's Diary 