I completely bitched out & used some of my Hilton points for a room at the Doubletree. Chocolate chip cookies at checkin & continental breakfast on room service trays with real napkins before checkout screams of the denial in which I have remained until this day. I may have very little control over being homeless (due to domestic violence) but I can (almost always) control my attitude. I think my gentle delusions have kept me from collapsing under the terrifying reality of this situation. So. I guess I adapted by promising myself I wasn't going to lose sight if my "normal life." I've tried to maintain as much of that as possible even though it is now only present in daydreams.