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I talked to my brother yesterday. He wasn't having a good time; he doesn't like his roommate and hates his job. But I still got him to laugh and he's moving into a better place, so I think things will improve for him. He says that he thinks he has Borderline Personality Disorder, which I think is true but he doesn't normally blow up at people like my father and sister do. He also thought about going to a mental hospital but I gave him the rundown of my own experiences with that and simply told him to find a therapist. I think I made him feel better.

My reading skills have improved; I used to only be able to read about a book a week but now I can read one in one or two days. It usually only takes me one or two hours to do so, as well. I'm happy that I'm improving in that respect.

I saw my psychiatrist today, and she was happy with what I was doing. Things are going quite well on the mental health front.

I want to start learning some more about mathematics, but I want to get other things out of the way first. It is sort of a low-priority thing.

I should write my philosophical paper today; I've been putting it off for a little bit. At least I know what it is going to be about.