Day 8.

I am in Chicago with my husband right now. I am locked in the hotel room alone while he is at work. But, I am writing, reading blogs, coloring my hair (another short term goal) and waiting patiently for him to come back. I feel good. I got up at a decent hour, showered and read some of my book. I am realizing that this increase in meds has worked because I have never gone 8 straight days without a backslide. I had one panic attack on the plane, which normally doesn't happen to me...but I controlled it with some focus and deep breathing. No ativan necessary.

I am trying very hard to do the right things. Next on the list will be work. I also feel that if I incorporate some exercise into my life, I will feel stronger.

All things in good time. I am too busy loving life right now.