My runs are getting longer. And it has nothing to do with me getting fitter, I just have more stuff on my mind to sort out these days. And runs are the best to do just that. Which is also why no matter how busy, I must always find time for my runs. They are a staple in life.

With each passing day I find myself both happier and sadder than the day before, both braver and more afraid at the same time, both wiser and more foolish altogether. What do I know really? Starting to see how everything is so fragile, so uncertain.

The drugs don't work, they just make it worse.