I posted a little while ago about achievements - I'd tidied my room, was writing a story, and had succeeded in two weeks of non-unalivey thoughts. 

I still haven't gotten back to that point yet (I think it's been about three weeks since I last thought about it?), but it's getting hard now. I came close a couple of days ago - intrusive thoughts are cropping back in, my eating is all over the place, and I'm convincing myself again that people don't care about me. (I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to hang out next week - she said "sure!". My brain somehow ignored the enthusiastic response, and decided she didn't like me.) 

I'm trying not to slip back. I know I will eventually, especially when my workplace reopens. The last time it reopened following a lockdown, my anxiety kind of soared. I don't remember most of it. 

(By the way, I'm 12,000 words into my story now. Just a teeny achievement that, to be honest, is the main reason I'm trying not to slip. I don't want to lose my progress.)