Three hours a day — that’s the detail people hear and quietly panic about. Time once reserved for work, class, or getting things done now belongs to group sessions, therapy, and an unfamiliar chair.

It sounds manageable on paper, and then Tuesday happens. Your boss moves a meeting. Your roommate needs the car. Your mom texts three times asking if you are okay. Your whole week rearranges itself like furniture in a stranger’s house, and you are still supposed to show up regulated and ready to do the work.

Let’s get one thing straight: treatment that happens while you keep living at home is not a smaller version of care. It is the full work, done in the middle of everything that usually makes recovery hard. And that is exactly the point. What follows is how to build a week that can hold it, without pretending your life pauses for six, eight, or twelve weeks.
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