Tomorrow my boyfriend comes home after two weeks of working away. (super fucking excited omg) This is the first time I have coped on my own for more than two days without it turning into mania and self destruction. And during this time I have fully packed our flat, moved to a town where I know nobody and unpacked all by myself! I am super fucking proud of myself and he is going to be delighted to come home to me being reasonably together and not on the rampage. Granted, I have lost about half a stone from the stress of moving and I have been lonely but I have held it together enough that I have been able to not self harm when I have thought about it and not succumb to any of my usual behaviours when left alone. Go me!