Hello my name is Lukas Gott. These past months have been hard for me, as of July 23rd 2026 I'm recovering from Psychosis and a possible diagnosis of Schizophrenia, but I'm recovering well. I was once an adventurer, I'm being told my dream of returning to my former state will be a difficult journey. I believe them. So why not start now. Start a blog of my thoughts, my own personal journal and recollection of my future traveling journey's for my future self.
Who knows, maybe I'll be able to support myself on this very blog right here.
I was once told my dreams were far fetched, that seeing the world was out of my grasp. But now I know the world is small and you just want the right people to last.
My schizophrenia will hopefully be cured, but these dreams came to last, I'll hope you join me on a long journey where the imagination no longer needs to dream of my past.
My hope is to eventually curate my dream, to have this be the travel blog seeing the world again just as my childhood past once squealed over, to track my progress trading stocks so that I one day can work less and spend more time with my kids, to record as many animal species as I can over the course of my life, to write poetry and fiction slowly, romantically or full of adventure, and take beautiful photos along the journey there. Although importantly, heal my own schizophrenia while supporting nature, mental health, and homelessness foundations.
That's my dream for now.
Now time to do my best.
I wandered the mountains looking to befriend the night, hearing noises, but it was merely my own fright. The dark grew slim and my might grew tall, It all went away with morning’s soft light so small, I no longer needed to escape and live in fright, Or live in dread of a forever night,…
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Chapter 7 The evening was spent relaxing, my anxiety came down, so did Lila’s after a quick nap. “Do you know how long it’s been since I took a nap?” “Probably too long.Got any more work to do?” “I’ll get it done this evening…a calm evening hopefully.” “Hopefully.” “I think we should go out tonight.…
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The First Dates at the Airport: Chapter 1 Chapter 6 The hostel lay in a hush, I slid off the bed, a small thud from wooden floors but no creak or raised head amidst landing. I grabbed a wall for balance in the lost light; an almost shuffle moved my feet for hidden bags on…
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