598. Reminders of Purpose

A friend of mine who was admitted to the psychiatric ward at much the same time as I, is a pensioner today. He does not have a strong purpose.

His ‘purpose’ if it even exists in any meaningful form, is mostly about surviving and getting by. More concretely it is about being safe, and about doing stuff he enjoys like reading or watching television.

Of course his case is more complicated than that brief glimpse, but it does make one wonder, doesn’t it?

I mean, my friend and I went through the same ordeal more or less at the same time.

We had very similar symptoms of anxiety and depression, strong enough for us to be admitted to hospital. Me in 2005. Him in 2006.

Today one of us is still in there. In a kind of hospital.

Another reminder I found today.