Got a reduction from my doc in my anti-psychotic medication...an outcome of not taking part in facebook. I will return there after I become 100% alright.

So, I have crossed 78% of my journey towards eliminating my drug dependence. I believe when I'm 100% out of my drugs, I will be fully liberated. It's not as if I was not 78% or 100% alright before. But that was during my journey from earth to heaven and then downwards from heaven to hell . Now, I believe it is from hell to heaven.

The next visit to the doc will be 1 month later. I then hope to ask for a reduction in my mood-balance drug. Anyway, these days I'm balanced most of the time.

I have completed 42 pages of the novel. That is around 21,000 words. When I get it to 100 pages or 50,000 pages, I will get it published. I hope to write a page daily in the evening. It's a very creative and satisfying hobby. Though I might be able to encash it, I do not intend to make it a career. So, I guess my writing will be amateurish. But I don't want to get into the trap of writing for success...it's very dangerous and will make me again lose touch of life. I'm now where I'm after months, if not years, of working out of my depression and I don't want to go back.

My work life is getting better. I'm getting some regular projects. I have to only accelerate. I'm working at 1% or 5% of my potential. But I cannot push it any further than what my mental blocks allow.

There is no restriction to God's grace on me. It's again only limited by the speed at which I'm willing to proceed towards Him. I once asked a Hare Krishna devotee why he is calling God as a 'He' and not a 'She'. He said that it is because God is neither a physical male or a female but that God's spirit is masculine in nature. Well..I don't know how true that is. I don't care.

Today a guy made a pass at me. I gave a lift to him on my scooter. He was in his 30's. After a few polite questions and answers of introduction, he started asking again and again, "Are you free now?", "Are you living alone in your house?", "Do you have a separate room in your house?", "Iwill come along with you to your area"...the poor guy looked quite decent but needing psychiatric care. When I stopped answering after some time, he asked me to drop him. I wondered for a moment if he will catch my crotch...LOL...but I also didn't want to humiliate him. I felt sad that there are so many troubled souls in this world. But I told myself that if I can come out, others can too.