I went. My friend made it on time. It was very disorganized and poorly planned and the communication of the venue was TERRIBLE - so the one thing I wanted to accomplish there I wasn't able to do, despite being there for opening!

But I lived. Felt like panicking and STILL feeling like panicking but I kept it together. Bought a few pretty prints from the artists that were around... but it was NOT worth the entrance fee and I still feel like crying.

Consoled myself with lunch after, whereupon I drank 3 pints and I am clearly feeling that (not what I should or would normally feel, but I'm still learning my limits with being on meds.

Not a happy camper right now, but I didn't panic. Just have too much on my brain, past, present and future. And I do know to try to only focus, but I have to head home tomorrow and that is a massive trigger for me. But being here right now is also a trigger, so having trouble finding a happy place.