Started well. I'd just moved into my new flat and started my first 'proper' job in April, doing research in the Civil Service in Westminster. And I just loved it so so much. I was so so proud, I adore research, I adore London, my health wasn't good but I was working so hard.
And then in November I had to stop work because they said I am too poorly and 'not in the right place to work yet', even though they said they know what I would be capable of if I was well. And I tried to jump in front of a train, ended up with an alert out for me because British Transport Police were so concerned I wouldn't get home safely, and am ending my year having spent Christmas in hospital detained under the Mental Health Act, unable to eat Christmas dinner because food is so terrifying and paralysing in my head, and with blood glucose dropping so low that almost daily I am having to either drink juice or have an ambulance called.
So yeah. That's cheerful. On the bright side, 2017 should easily be a nicer year, surely? Next aim: Home for NYE.