There I was, thinking that I had finally recovered, then suddenly it hit me that pacing around the house, reorganizing and deep cleaning everything, and jacking off 5 times a day was not what recovery looks like. However, I'm having a really good time right now. I'm confident, I'm motivated, and I'm ready to take over the fucking world and I don't want it to end. I know that right now, my brain is being damaged. I know that this isn't going to be fun for very much longer if my mood continues to rise. I know that I'm going to fuck up my life again. But, for now, I'm really enjoying it and hesitant to talk to my pdoc. 

Not really sure what I wanted to get out of posting this. Just had to put all of this energy to use ig.