The beginning of Week 2 has been challenging for me.
I underwent some trials in my personal relationships and an overall dishevelment of my household. I found myself lied to and deceived, spiraling again towards yet another of many breakdowns.
All the elements were there, the triggers, the ‘justifiable’ reasons to absolutely lose my sh*t. . . The hopeless depression came creeping in.
They were far from great days, but what was great was that  I could manage it.

I felt like I was still grounded to reality despite what I was going through emotionally. I was able to make rational decisions in a time of betrayal and anguish.
I did not black out in a rage and start throwing or destroying things.
I did not start uncontrollably wailing for hours in the fetal position begging for air.
I did not resort to self harm.
I did not try to hurt anyone else.
I DID yell a little & I did let loose a few tears. I DID take space from the situation and decided to visit a friend for a couple of days.
I DID express how hurt i was without violence towards myself or others
I DID feel in control of my actions and I did not black out or send myself into a flashback.