Nuttin'. I slip...then I have to friggin' wait until the rough patch passes. Nothing prevents stalls or stops the slipping. I'm effed for an indeterminate period with no solace or desire for solace. Then overnight almost can snap out as easy as I slid in. My mind rejects all things pleasureable during these times. I just have to wait. At least I understand the cycle now. I know the shite is temporary and that's good to realize.