Day 2 is over. For the first half of the day I was tired and had no appetite. I ended up staying in bed till late (So glad I haven't got work this week).
My mood has picked up this other half of the day although I don't really like being round anyone, I like being by myself right now.
I don't really get it but I'm finding it kind of easy-ish. I might regret saying that. I mean I'm going through this mental torture like everyone else but I think I'm just suprised how well I'm coping but then again I've been able to be by myself pretty much the whole day. I think If I was at work this week or had to go out with people I think I'd struggle more. Maybe I need to challenge myself todo that.
It kind of depresses me just thinking how long of a journey it is yet to go. The longest I've ever given up for was 1 month and a week. I'm scared alittle I'll repeat history and go back after 1 month of being free.