Originally Posted by gneiss

Glad you posted that, Katie. Thanks. My mom knows *something* is wrong with me. But she certainly has NO IDEA it's drugs. But I was obviously sorta down one day (she knows BF and I are over, so I think she just attributes it to that) and she spent her morning cutting positive words and phrases out of old magazines, gluing them to felt, cutting them apart, and putting them in a cloth gift bag. Then she brought them to me, made me shut my eyes and pick one. So now I have a little bag of happy thoughts. When I need one I just get one out of the bag. Sounds corny but it really helps.