I had an episode yesterday.
Bad.
Really bad.
Took the pills to calm down as usual.

Today, as I was walking home after alighting from the bus, I saw a man (I presume homeless) sitting at the side of the road eating a packet of rice.
He was very hungry indeed, wolfing down as fast as he could chew.
He took breaks to sip his milk-tea from a makeshift cup, a broken can of tin.

I felt very ashamed.
The man was cherishing the moment, eating his meal with such gratitude and joy,

This Bible phrase came to mind,

25"For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26"Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?