That little bit of distance from feeling responsible for every up and down seems to have contributed to an emotionally steady week. Every night when I look at this piece of paper and count how many good days I've had, I think "Well, tomorrow I might wake up and be in the ditch again." So, surely, one day I will wake up there. But then I'll come out again. The falling in/climbing out doesn't look quite as terrifying as it did six months ago.
Praise God for small steps.