Today was my group therapy - intensive outpatient mental health - as it is otherwise known. I've signed on after a five-day in-house stay earlier this fall. The group therapy sessions last three hours and I go twice a week and see my therapist twice a week as well. We always begin group with introductions and three things for which we are greatful. Mine are always the same: family, home, hobby - photography. Next comes personal time that focuses on individual issues. So far I haven't disclosed any personal issues. It's not that I don't have any. I just don't/can't talk about them in a social setting. This is a drag because everybody else is honest and talk about what they are facing and how they are feeling. The therapist even asked me today how things were going. I said 'fine.' Fine.