Stepping back from the edge
I seem to have largely contained the worst of the brain crap to the point where life is more 'dismal around the edges' than 'three minute toxic explosion warning'. I can cope with that, mostly, through a lot of practice. That's not to say I don't find it frustrating. The only way to move safely out of the room with the red button of toxic braincrap is horribly slowly with safety checks every step of the way. I have too much to do this vacation for this to be my favoured option.