I look at T's photo on facebook. I read a lot. My T also drew a little diagram for me once about interrupting my distorted thoughts about what happened to me. I hold that. I don't unfold it to look at it much anymore because it's kind of falling apart. If things are really bad, like when my dad was dying, I asked my T to call my phone and leave me a voice mail I could listen to over and over to reassure myself that the outside world still existed and I was still ok.