– the occasional swapping of benzos between friends
– the occasional swapping of pain meds between friends
– the time-honored ritual of wine while cooking
– diagnosis-related jokes (ie: “it’s not like I think my toaster is talking to me or anything like that”)
– the time honored ritual of the White Russian nightcap
– Unisom all night every night
– the sinking feeling that despite all this DBT training and positive talk, we’ll never, ever, get better.