Just went on a date. It went very good. We had dinner and a few drinks at a nice cozy bar. We kept each other company for four hours. It was a nice night. If I had to spend that night a thousand times over then I spent it right the first time. I was feeling panic attack symptoms at first but on the drive there I put on some Nick Drake and Sturgill Simpson to cool it down. I kept them in mind while my stomach churned and burned tonight. I mentioned how I might get my masters in social work working with the mentally ill. She mentioned how one of her good friends had a schizophrenic episode, and how it ran in her family. She went on about it for a time. I wonder what she would think of me if I told her I struggle with it myself...

Ah, the storms and stresses of life. Somethings you have to play close to your chest.