Day lima belas
Today was painfully slow. I don’t know why. The humidity just weighed me down so much that I barely had any energy to spare after basic actions like walking, listening, staying awake, etc. Maybe I was just bummed that Ryan left for good. No one else will play the gecko game with me.
On another note, Sasha told to most ridiculous, outlandish stories from Ecuador. Ask her about them. One was about how her family hit a horse on the highway, and how it rolled over two cars, demolished them, and walked away.
We worked out some really large kinks in our project solution the night before. We decided to operate a student loan program focusing on former patients who suffered from mental illness to offer them job opportunities. Many of them are isolated and did not have access to education. By giving them job training, they can be reintegrated into society as productive members and prove that mental illness can be treated effectively. With the interest generated, we could fund a conference between the Suryani Institute, mental health professionals and traditional healers. Shit yeah.
I’m really excited for tomorrow. We somehow miraculously got an interview with Dr. Suryani and her son Jaja in Denpasar tomorrow. She’s a big deal. Like Bali’s Oprah. There isn’t an issue that she’s not somehow involved with, and with mental health, she’s the best.