First of all, it’s been ages since my last post. The reason is I had enough with repeating myself (“I’m depressed today” “I’m super depressed today” “I’m anxious today”
So I made a pact to post only when something different was going on…
I return via doing a google search for Disabilities physical and mental and surviving a festival. I found this post by zarathustra on the MIND website.
I remember the name from Mental Nurse, which I think has disbanded now, but was sort of nice to see the familiar names 🙂
Anyway, this will be short.
All summer I’ve had the goal of attending a festival. I was dissuaded on my first mission by well-meaning friends who said I was mad to spend that much for three days, so I sold the ticket. Well, if I’m mad anyway, and I do a mad thing, don’t two positives or negatives cancel eachother out? (dim memory of mathmatical logic).
Anyway, Bestival is the only one left. I have my ticket and am going alone. I am scared and determined and we’ll see how it goes…