Afternoon. A quiet weekend should have put me in a good frame of mind for today. I attended an event for Suicide Prevention Awareness Day, where local businesses and charities set up table tops to advertise their wares for the local community.
I set off in plenty of time, hopefully with no need to rush about. Famous last words. The buses in the local area were screwed, to put it mildly. I was at various bus stops waiting and waiting and waiting for any bus to turn up. As you can imagine, my temper was getting shorter by the minute and I was getting progressively angrier as each minute ticked by.
Eventually, I dashed into the office, collected the stuff and made my breathless way to the venue. To add to the sense of frustration, my phone runs out of power extremely quickly when not on charge, so I was uncontactable. I had to sit and suffer, basically.
I still made it with 15 minutes to spare, but my colleague was unaware of what was happening, so she was relieved when I arrived. I then proceeded to frighten the life out of the room when the company’s banner crashed to the floor with a resounding thud. Thankfully I got some help and that problem was solved.
After I cooled down from the stress, the event was excellently organised and well attended. There were some guest speakers who were very good at describing their recovery journey, and the journeys were poignant and hard hitting. All in all, all’s well that ends well. And not only that, one of the people running the event remembered me from a previous event where I stood up and spoke about my autism diagnosis. A guy today did the same and was very eloquent and amusing.
So stress to begin, but ok to end. I don’t like Mondays…….think there’s a song about that isn’t there?