Today, Jared Paul came to our class to give us a workshop on slam poetry. Then, we had the rest of class outside in a garden behind our school’s longhouse. After class, I bought super fancy cigarettes and then sang along with a man who was busking outside of the smoke shop. I went grocery shopping and carried about 25 pounds worth of groceries on the bus/to my apartment all by myself, cleaned out the fridge and then cleaned my room. This is what it means to be mentally healthy. I feel elated joy in doing these activities because compared to being down, this simple motivation is devine. It’s brilliantly sunny and warm today, and I feel so, so good.