I haven’t announced this publicly, but my wife told me she was divorcing me the day after I got out of the psych ward in May (I was having a grippy-sock vacation for a week). I’m struggling and have been going up and down. My mood today was pretty good b/c I distracted myself, but then I started to get down. So, I went for a walk. I’m in IOP (intensive outpatient program), and I’m working my fucking ASS off to get better. DBT is helping a lot. I’m doing everything I need to emotionally… but I’ve neglected my body. Here I am, post-walk, and I feel absolutely amazing b/c I met my step goal and know how good that long walk was for me. My mind is healing, and now it’s time I get my act together and work on my body-mind connection.