My 36 hour high ended this morning I woke up exhausted and aching and back down there again. I managed to climb in the bath and wallowed for an hour, it helped a bit. Then to avoid all the slow sadness that was wreathing around me like fog, I got busy. I took my dog for a walk, cooked a casserole, then baked bread, buns and cookies. After which I fell into a drowse for most of the evening. I think I succeeded in keeping the box lid shut on all those negative emotions stirred up by therapy, for another day at least.