I have had a productive weekend packing up the rest of my stuff ready to move out of here on tuesday.

since my mental health worker won't be supporting me in my new place, she came round on friday afternoon with a present for me (a big box of chocolates). it was a little sad to say goodbye to her, but it is what it is.. and I should be used to it by now, saying goodbye to professionals.

just want tuesday to come now and get it over with. sort of dragging now everything's done it's just a waiting game



I did overeat friday (I ordered a pizza first, then ate all the chocolate I got in 1 sitting), and harmed myself a little on saturday

not been sleeping (surprise surprise), but remain largely unaffected by it