Today, I sat at University with a few friends and I started talking to one of them about mental health. Being quite comfortable around these people I felt like I could be open about myself and everything. I didn’t expect to get so emotional to the point I started crying. I’m feeling good about me talking about it, especially since I’m hopefully starting therapy end of march. But its going to be a bumpy ride.
Impulsively I am diving into comfort things and trying to frantically learn Busted lyrics. Doors open at 6:30pm in Brighton tomorrow and I am So Excited. All in all, today has been a bit emotional. But I’ve dealt with it really well compared to other times. It seems like a really minor thing, but I am really proud of myself.
Poem of the day
“Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings…
Amble out for love”
― Kobayashi Issa,
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