Apart from my dog cutting her mouth and my feeling dizzy and queasy at the sight of the blood (I've never had problems that way until today) I had a good enough day. I'm still very slow to get going in the morning and struggle with motivation and concentration but most of the self loathing, worthlessness, guilt, anhedonia and sense of futility has gone. So I'll just keep plodding on, pleasing myself and trying not to worry too much. I don't want to fill my life with unsustainable coping mechanisms as I have done in the past. I spend way too much money on things I never use, most of which end up in bags on my bedroom floor. Nice stuff doesn't make me happy, it just fills emotional (and physical) space.