I’ve had a really shitty day but here’s the great thing - it’s only one day! I have hundreds, thousands more ahead of me. I’ve had my massive cry and a bit of cake and I’ll go to bed earlier and try and sleep.

Normally I’d be planning self harm or suicide or drinking and taking drugs but here I am. Seeing the good side instead. 

This disorder is a fucking ball ache, but we can manage it.