Tuesday

I was managing myself quite well until our office janitor came. She is nice to talk to but she managed to call me a man at least 3 times which was a stab in my heart. After that I felt I was pushed into a negative state and my dysphoric thoughts became more heavy. They were harder to control. Even now before bed I still think about it a little.
My psychologist is really kind and nice to talk to. Even though she is my trigger. I wish I had a friend like her.