Things are working out.

I have found a new place to live,  I have sorted out job dates, pay, where I need to be and when.

I started to plan for next week.

Next month.

Next year.

For the first time in a long time I have allowed myself to feel like I can achieve things that I want to in life. That the job I want is 100% within reach.

I have started to think that I won’t fuck up the next 3 weeks, that all of this planning and preparation will hold together and what I have visualised will work out for once. That I’m strong enough and good enough to make it this time.

I won’t be achieving earth shattering wonderful things but I will still be moving forward and building a life that I want.

Through all of this, everything I have done today I have not had a single moment where I haven’t been eating, throwing up or thinking about food.

That little voice only I can hear is saying all will be fine. I can carry on doing this. I don’t have to stop forever, just a little bit here and there. Go wild on days off.

I’m currently standing at a crossroads in my life and I’m worried that I will choose the wrong path again.

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