irony.

This morning in class we talked about how social workers teach their clients how to cope with stressful situations and crisis.

This afternoon I talked to my friend who has a mental illness and is in a psychiatric hospital and who I thought was doing really well but was only doing well because she had decided to kill herself but then decided not to because if she killed herself the world would go to war and then end.

How did I cope with this crisis?

I drank a bottle of wine.

Welcome to my first drunk post. Oh shit. Jesse is home.