My new friend "M" and i and another new friend "S" got together for cake and ginger ale today. It was so fun! They cooked up a whole scheme about my laundry problem, it was hilarious! "S" has sight and hearing disabilities as she is 90, so with "M" and her intellectual disability and me with my psychiatric disability it was quite the circus! It did my heart good to see the two of them interacting with such honesty, naturalness, and genuineness, and no one being a manipulative power-struggling gaslighter. I was really moved!

I feel my therapy is to surround myself with the love of simple folks and spend an hour outside at dawn with my dog, delighting in her harmless hunting. She is so alive to the world, so excited to stalk and give chase! I chatted with other good folks in the lobby, one with an injured dog who is on the mend, i am happy to say. It was nice to pat the dog and coo to her, she is weathering her injury like a real champ!

I considered formal therapy today and even took a few steps towards it, but i abandoned it when i thought of my three disasters in therapy and how i don't have any margin of error anymore so it's foolish to take the risk. I'll just have to make my own way.