Listening is a big thing!
Frustration belittles everything!
I moved last year. I had my husband and thats still stressful enough. So I hear you there!
Where I lived was awful for the last 15yrs because their son was dysfunctional and a real trigger for me.. There was nothing T could physically do, that was for me to do. And I was, I was moving. We have to do our bit. Demand treatment. Demand something we need.
But going there, talking to her about my fears around it and venting and venting was what kept me going.
No life wasn't singing birds and happy ever after from doing this. But, it kept me going. Kept me fighting for me.
Now? I moved to a wonder place. My triggers are gone. I'm at peace. And I look back and see how talking and T listening was very much the medicine that kept me alive.