How strange it feels to be... out of the depressive episode. Been sleeping well, been managing my obsessions over food well, haven't self harmed in a while, been walking my dogs, been dealing with life overall just... fine. Depression still looms somewhere in my mind, but it's not as dark as it was. I finished the semester with three B's and an A. Which is an accomplishment, considering the fact that for half the semester I was so lost in my eating disorder that I was unable to concentrate on drawing a straight line - let alone on learning. Next semester, I'm going to do better. I'm not going to let anything get in my way. I'm aiming for A's. But B's are good, too. As long as I'm passing. And I did pass. So, I should be proud. I'm a little upset with myself for ditching the last day because of a presentation, but I managed a B even in that course. All in all, things are slowly looking up. I'm still isolated, but maybe I can pull myself out of that, even. Baby steps. One thing at a time.