I've been managing my symptoms well for a couple of months now...no major episodes. Today my husband decided to hang a shelf I've been wanting hung. We don't do well with this sort of thing. Needless to say, his displays of frustration were at their max (he's not a yeller....he's silent and animated). Next thing I knew I had tossed my quesadilla in the air, punched myself in the head a few times, frightened the dogs out of the room....and found myself crumpled up on the floor twisting my hair and crying 'Mama'. Still shaken, holding a blanket to my face for safety...thank you for listening. Exhausted.