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: mother
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In the waiting area of the general hospital, there was a space where one could work on a computer. I sat there with my laptop open, checking my work emails. That was when an elderly woman appeared. Beside the table where I was seated stood an old-fashioned public telephone that required a phone card. The…
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My whole body feels stiff. Last night’s lesson was a tough one. The pain in my neck is probably from tensing up too much during my swing. My chest, abs, and thighs are sore. I didn’t sleep well either, so I stayed in bed until 8:30 in the dark room, on purpose. When I opened…
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As usual, I sat on the sofa in my living room, sipping the coffee I had brewed that morning and poured into a pot. Heavy rain had fallen the night before, but today the sky stretched out clear and blue. A slightly strong wind stirred the fresh green leaves, setting the trees swaying. That day,…
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Last Friday fell in the middle of the May holidays. I had originally planned to take a day off, but work had piled up beyond control, so I decided to go in. Even so, I was to return to Tokyo that same day, so I wrapped things up at three in the afternoon and boarded…
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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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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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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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Saturday, July 12th. Towering cumulus clouds are rising in the sky.In Osaka, the temperature reached a sweltering 36°C—a true midsummer day.Ever since I adjusted my medication back to the previous dosage, that foggy feeling in my head has lifted.Yesterday, work went smoothly enough. But as quitting time drew near, fatigue started to catch up with…
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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…
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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…
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