My bad days depend on HOW bad... Sometimes I feel like this messed up something and everything I do is just halfway: Take the dogs for a long walk and turn back before we're halfway cause I think of something, start cleaning at home but stop half way, try to read in here or on fb but just can't understand what's written and get crossed at that...
That's when I have to do my breathing lessons. I go totaly hyper and freak myself out completly. My dead cousin would call it a bad trip ;) End up in the closet or on the recliner with a 48 kg ridgeback on my lap!!!
Not that bad a day and I try to do some writing. whatever wherever. Scibberish thoughts. Go hiking with the dogs for hours. Or maybe I have to be at work, then I try to keep myself in the psycotic ward. Kinda blend in there then.. But there nobody flinches or reacts to anything odd I might do or say. I try to stay away from the high security ward as I feel so defenceless when down.