...there are byproducts of living with this disorder for which I'm grateful and putting them into words reminds me of something we've done on several Thanksgivings at my parents' house. We picked tree leaves and kept them in a basket by the door- at some point before dinner, each person would take one leaf and write something for which he/she was thankful, then we'd go around the dinner table and share our leaf...

...there are byproducts of living with this disorder for which I'm grateful and putting them into words reminds me of something we've done on several Thanksgivings at my parents' house. We picked tree leaves and kept them in a basket by the door- at some point before dinner, each person would take one leaf and write something for which he/she was thankful, then we'd go around the dinner table and share our leaf...