I feel much better today mental health wise then I did this weekend. But I went to the store today and I was binded to the point of being in pain and at least the employee called me he which made me so happy. But then for lunch I just ate a big bowl of spaghettios with franks while still wearing the binder and I took it off afterwards because I felt kinda blah and it’s kinda like from the Eminem song that goes “theres vomit on his sweater, spaghetti, moms spaghetti.” But I feel pretty good today besides the fact my chest hurts a bit and I’m kinda coughing now from the binder.