I'm proud of myself because...
I didn't do anything grand or glorious. Nothing that I thought was worthy of being proud of myself. But then I looked back on my week.
This was one of the toughest weeks of my life. I had huge bouts of depression, coupled with anxiety. My eating disorder and self harm were out of control...I lived off of saltine crackers and ginger ale, and I have an inch-wide bald spot on the right side of my head from pulling out my own hair.
But I made it. I survived. Despite the horrific gutter that my head was this week, I went to work, and worked hard. I participated in social activities. I got out of bed every morning to do so.
So maybe that's an accomplishment to be proud of.
It also helped me realize that it's time to move on from my current career. I'm turning in my notice today so that I can pursue my true passion, emotional therapy through piano education, and general piano education.