I have dear, sweet friends. They are supportive. They are funny. They are kind. Sometimes, they're also complete bitches when I need them to be. One friend had a garage-sale last weekend and dug a shirt out of the pile and made sure it didn't sell. Then she gifted it to me.
The shirt says, "I got a black belt - in crazy."
The shirt is perfect. I love the shirt. I promised her I would wear it every day. And then... I promised I'd wear it to Therapy (I've been banned from using the word "Crazy" because it has negative connotations, I use it too much, and it contributes to my bad habit of labeling myself.... apparently).
The challenge: wear it to Therapy.
Bonus: take a picture of yourself in front of Therapy while wearing the shirt to prove you did it.
Extra life-awesome-ness points:
Get the secretary to take a picture of you AND your therapist while wearing the shirt.
Dear bipolar II,
You will not take my sense of humor away from me.
Check. And Mate.