Better. I still have a bunch of work to do (packing, cleaning) and I'm not really satisfied with my notes, but since getting everything I absolutely need to do done, I'm just more relieved than anything. (Also very depressed, but that's not because of the deadline... I've been seriously depressed for decades.)
I did get a bit of anxiety and regret/sadness after hitting certain milestones (getting my estate planning papers done, completing my exit bag, etc.), but that passes pretty quickly. Now, I only get a bit anxious over concerns about missing the bus (again), but I'm coping with that by practicing, making backup plans and kits and reminding myself that this time, it's not impulsive, but well planned, and a great deal more peaceful than my previous attempts, which bodes well for my chances.
Guess I've hit the "acceptance" stage. After another decade of severe, treatment resitent depression, there's just absolutely zero chance it's going to "get better" for me, so I'm very determined. Over 30 years of this **** now, so knowing that the pain's almost over is comforting.