Unlike this time last year:

• I don't have any funerals to go to in the next week (so far, fingers crossed, etc).
  
• I have a wheelchair.
  
• My research project is BEHAVING ITSELF and I have DATA that makes SENSE. And I am not so depressed that 5am is a regular occurrence in my life.
  
• my room is full of lovely people being lovely. They are having a detailed conversation about the Brazilian for pineapple, and we shall probably shortly be making apple crumble or something, and we are working our way through the entirety of Buffy and plotting badfic (Xander has hopeless schoolboy crush on Angel, Angel provides pity shag, Xander is simultaneously horrified & relieved to discover that Xander wears socks in bed, etc etc).
  
• The increased dose of anti-depressants is more-or-less working after a fashion.
  
• I am in a position to actually be applying for PhD programmes and... I am baffled and overwhelmed by how positive people are being in response to my queries? But also really flattered?
  
• ... my life is full of wonderful people, really. I couldn't do this on my own.

And something I'm proud of: I've started putting together a small notebook of lovely things people have said to me, and poems that make me feel safe and loved. It is wonderful, and really really helpful.