Dear T,

I'm going to show up tomorrow, and you're going to fking regret taking my case on. I mean, you probably already do, but now you're going to think hump day is bump day (as in, even if you didn't have a substance use problem, you're going to want to have a bump of your opioid of choice).

Just kidding. I'm going to be a good little client and tell you all about how I used my coping skills and DBT skills for as long as I could before the psychosis took the wheel. Pretty cool how everyone acts like "if you know STOPP and can distract yourself from acting impulsively" will keep you okay, but every now and then it's easy to go from "I feel good" to running out of the library screaming so you don't throw a desk at the dude chewing gum to engraving pictures of atoms on the porch after sending nonsense to a bunch of universities on some proton BS you came up with because a stop sign looked too red.