to therapy 2 times a week and a prp(psychiatric rehabilitation program)They have group therapies and whatnot there,3 times a week.I just got out of the psych unit last week,still feel like crap.

Honestly I have no clue how I survive.Maybe it is why I exist as parts,lots of pieces.

For everything that stresses me.

I used to shop! Now I cook (after I shop ).
Anything to keep busy so I won't think too much.

Congratulations on winning against the darkness.

Sometimes a bad day just means I really have to lose myself in a good book or movie for awhile. Have some alone time. Sometimes a bad day means I've had too much alone time and I need to be more social. Or go for a hike and work off some tension somewhere beautiful.

But sometimes a bad day is because of a trigger and something I haven't faced or talked out with my husband before. So I pay attention, or try to, and do whatever it is I need to do. It really helps that my husband is a good listener. He's been trying to figure me out for years so he loves it when I tell him something new. Another piece of the puzzle that is me.

Of course, that will annoy me at some point later on. But I wouldn't trade him for anyone on.earth.

and you know the rest , I go for something or place that is the most opposite of those circumstances I can find .For me I go outside and look at trees or listen to birds ---anything to stop the movies of those times .We can do it because we have to do it .