Every morning when my train is about to roll into the station, you can smell the coffee.
There is a Douwe Egberts factory just a few minutes before the station which serves as the perfect wake-up call when I'm snoozing on the train, or too engrossed in a book to notice my surroundings.
I am also - very slowly - coming around to the idea of "seeing someone", an analyst or some such. Whilst the happy pills have helped me cope with life in a way I could never before, there are still some fears and insecurities that I haven't been able to figure out on my own.
I don't like the thought of having to ask for help when I can't fix things (or me).