On the up-side, I’m having

• far fewer panicky moments, 
• far fewer feelings of being completely overwhelmed just by being in the presence of other people, 
• far fewer vivid and appealing daydreams wherein I am cutting off my skin with a potato-peeler, 
• far far fewer moments of actual self-harm in the form of biting
• enough stability to go back to steady jobhunting without having tearful panic attacks and feelings of worthlessness every two minutes with lots of sobbing.

On the down-side

• I can’t seem to manage to stay awake for longer than four hours at a time
• and those are the long stretches

So. That’s pretty bad and still gets in the way my being functional in a pretty major way. I definitely prefer this version of non-functionality so far, but, um, yeah.