I’m OK now. On my way home, I found myself feeling anxious, and I tried to do my DBT therapy. But the problem was, I couldn’t find the anxious thought that started it. I racked my brain. Nothing.

Then a few minutes later, I started crying. Same thing. I didn’t know.

Thinking, thinking, thinking....because DBT. I want to apply....

Finally, I remembered that a commercial had come on the radio about a charity drive helping families that have lost someone.

Yeah, that was it. More tears. Now I’m thinking about my losses. My brain was trying to keep me from going there.

Oh well. Trying to apply DBT blew up on me.

I’m OK. It’s just that the holidays are harder. My little dissociation tricks aren’t working.

(My therapist says I dissociate, but I don’t have dissociative disorder.)