Today’s s’posed to be my day off. But my boss went and scheduled a department meeting for this afternoon, and told me I must attend, either in person or virtually.
I will be attending virtually, because it’s humid AF and I don’t feel like going into Manhattan just for a one hour meeting.
And I will be putting forth the idea of bringing a writing program into the facility for the residents, because on Saturday I spoke with my coordinator (who brought in a music program) about how writing has helped me in my recovery from…well, y’know. And it has.
It’s my psychiatrist who made me start writing in the first place, as part of something called dialectical behavioral therapy. Dialectical behavioral therapy, for those of you who don’t know, is a kind of torturous process, that my masochistic self responds very well to, and I’m thrilled that I get to pay it forward.
