I'm currently working on making the basement space my own liveable makeshift apartment. From the help of my mom, I've already got a fridge, tv, recliner, and my pc down here. I also moved most of my food downstairs.
This doesn't mean I'm not already stressed out. I've been dreadfully awaiting my 21st birthday, with open arms. It's not all bad, but still pretty bad. I've been drinking and purging more, I've been resorting to self destructive behaviors to keep myself going. I don't know how much longer I can go on this new medication, it just seems like things are getting worse for me mentally.
On the bright side, my birthday is on November 3, so I'm looking forward to it.
