Godless! DBSA last night was a bipolar rodeo without prizes. A new dude came with his astonishing 6'4" girlfriend for support and spilled free-range crazy all over the room. Everyone on earth spanning dimensions and time was conspiring to prevent him from carrying out his ultimate mission, which has yet to be assigned.

Every time he commented on someone else's experience he confidently offered a suggestion that was either space garbage or wrong.

"Mental health is about feeling. If you feel that you're alright then you're alright."

Space garbage.

"You can think your way out of depression by concentrating on positive thoughts."

Wrong.