My illness is doing push ups this week. Luckily, I have it under control. Ha! "Control" good one!
Do you, we, or I ever really have it under control?
It seems to me, that's when coping skills come into play. I've learned how to cope in a healthy manner, in which I keep myself from spiraling down into a hole. I'll call it "hole prevention" yes, that sounds good for now.
You see, that is the thing about my depression, I just never know. It is like a slithering viper, camouflaged, quietly hissing beneath the dirt and grass, waiting for a vulnerable moment to attack.