Streams of Consciousness

It seems I was right the other day when I wrote that to get past my anger that I would have to write about it.  Today I realized that I'm so over it, that I was even considering buying a new travel mug for the car that's got the pink ribbon on it.  I didn't even want to chuck the pocket mirror back at the teller at the bank today when she handed it to me and the cover on it was pink with the ribbon on it.  It's amazing how well it worked.  It's been over a year and a half since I stopped therapy, and my coping skills are actually in working order.  I was thinking about that the other day.  I never learned coping skills as a kid, and it's no wonder.  Neither Mom or the biological father had coping skills, so how could they teach us?  When the only examples you have growing up are either rage or anxiety, you're on your own.  You can't figure out how to handle ordinary frustrations, let alone extreme situations, so is it a surprise that I ended up with rage AND an anxiety problem?  I was able to get rid of the rage problem ten years ago, but it's only been in the past four years or so that I've been able to get rid of the anxiety problem.  With the three years of therapy and the immense help of G, I've been able to learn the coping skills, even if it's only a matter of writing about a problem so that it gets out of my head.  That's for extreme situations, because I can deal with the everyday frustrations without having to get worked up about them.