I went to a stress reduction class at the women's club today. Oh man was I terrified of going. Then because of road construction I thought I was going to be late so I panicked and thought about just turning around and going back home because I hate showing up late for things and I knew I'd have to park far away. I went anyway and got there just in time. I sat down and started digging through my pocketbook so I could turn my phone on vibrate and realized I didn't have my phone *panic intensifies* The class started and we had to introduce ourselves and say why we wanted to come to the class *more panic* haha. "Hi I'm ___ I'm doing DBT right now and want to learn as much about mindfulness and stress reduction as possible" I kinda felt over qualified for the class. I knew most of the stuff already because me and my therapist have went over it in therapy.

One of the things we went over though was journaling and man I hate journaling, but I went to the boutique around the corner that I love and bought a new notebook. I thought I'd just jot a few things down. Ended up writing 3 damn pages. I guess I had a lot to get out. I feel a bit better now. This is the notebook I bought.



I guess I should start journaling more often and vomit some words on the page.