This hospital is effectively my home. I eat here, sleep here, wash here, brush my teeth here – these are the kinds of things that define our home, are they not?
Oh, and of course there is the yang of the situation, which is that I have been kicked out of my rented accommodation.
Things could always be so much worse. I could be on the street, sleeping rough, without any privacy. Very little money, no privacy, cold, etc. I have sampled the homeless lifestyle, just for a few days, and I would not be eager to be in that situation again.
Of course, from a philosophical perspective, it is inner peace that matters. It is possible to be homeless and happy, or a psychiatric patient and happy. Essentially, we must be grateful for what we have, count our blessings, and “keep on keeping on”.
In my humble opinion, forgiveness is the most precious teaching of Jesus Christ and of Christianity. If we are fortunate enough to never hold grudges regarding the way we have been treated then we must thank the Lord for blessing us very dearly indeed.
For a more in-depth exploration of my life and philosophy, my debut book release The Philosophy of a Mad Man is out now.