went to a conference on ptsd, at the reception i really connected with a retired clinical psychology whom was able to empathize what i am currently going through personally and in research, later dropped my wine glass, some lady said, "THATS ENOUGH FOR YOU", and i said, " I KNOW AND I ONLY HAD SPARKLING (and fuji) water"
asked a very pressing big boy and question that is relevant but derails their interests because they are more VA/military-combat-focused (probably bc of funding for ptsd); got a very pc answer, paved the way for others to asking questions as well that kinda branched off to mine. i had ratty ass long hair, sat in the front, and this was filmed, decked out in olive pants and jacket synergy in a sea of bis cas and thermal fleeces -- but no fucks were given!!
i was upset with the response i got; and i was walking profusely after and i didn't lace my iron rangers; and i made a humiliating hands-all-over-the-air/papers-all-over-the-pavement trip because my laces got entangled with the speedhooks
was frustrated went to the bookstore to get started in my research grind again; met a guy that was DOING THE SAME FUCKING EXACT THING THAT I AM DOING in terms of mental health research with bpd. we exchanged contact info and feel less alone in my ventures with this.
my anxiety got a lot better tonight after talking to the subway lady about my frustrations with the complexes and bureaucracies of mental health
i find my self in a better mood and am more talky to da females more lately
feelsgoodman.