You know what I do? I see my therapist once a week but haven't ever called her outside of session times. I've wanted to but I've thought to myself what do I do if she's not here, it's not like she's always going to be here, so I have to learn to deal with things on my own. So I talk to, who used to be God, now not so sure, but I pretend if my therapist was there what I would say to her or how she would work through the situation to help me realise my way of thinking is a bit off. Sometimes, I still feel like I talk to God and he tells me to think outside of myself, think about other people and what they've gone through and how he tells me to have a better grace about myself and when that happens I do act better because the more I try to have grace the more I think God is always watching and he's watching me and you, now. Other times, when I'm really frustrated, I read Walt Whitmans Leaves of Grass, and I remember how we all have some part of a God like quality in ourselves so we should love ourselves like we love our Gods. Maybe that's screwed up but it gets me through the day. Peace, love, and chicken grease.