Right now, I know that everything is real. It just doesn't feel that way. Such has been the case Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. On Thursday, it was harder to know what was real or not. My grasp on reality was slipping; it was difficult to hold on to it. I had to actively work to keep myself grounded. When it gets to the point where I'm having trouble knowing what is real or not, that's when I know it's getting bad again.
Point is this: If I can keep knowing that everything is real, even if everything doesn't feel real, then I'll be okay. Right now, it's not being completely fine. It's about making it through the rest of the year. It's about managing expectations for myself.