For better or for worse due to my mental issues I sometimes suffer terrible tactile and auditory hallucinations. But today I didn't feel beset by demons. Rather, as I walked past the front of the Mission Dolores around 3 pm, having blown a kiss to the plaster Virgin Mary inset in a niche in the southeast wall of the cemetary, I felt a strong warmth pressing on my left hand, as though someone were holding it while walking with me, and I got the impression someone was expressing love and gratitude to me.
Who gets to have moments like those? They make it all worth it.