Just Venting

06/15/20

I haven't written in a long time.
Long story short I got kicked out of my parents house. I got a thirty day notice to find my own place. That same day I got the notice, I packed up a few bags and went to a family friends to stay the night. The next day I went to live with my boyfriend and his parents. I fell into a really bad depression faze to where I tried talking to my therapist and she just put things off and said I was fine. I then started falling deeper and deeper. In February I had enough and I no longer wanted to live. Not thinking what others would feel, not having any empathy, I tried taking my life February 22nd, 2020. I had to monitored for three days and after I was in the mental hospital for about two weeks. I had to find a new place to live because my boyfriends doctors told him it's best if we separated and took a break for a little while. So instead of going back into a house I considered home, I had to find a new place, I went to live with my high school best friend. Little did I know her roommate would tackle me to the floor after punching me on the side of the head and I end up having a severe anxiety attack to where o couldn't breathe and cops were called. I was told I needed to find another place to go again. So I did I went to live with that family friend I mentioned at the beginning. About the decline day I was living with her I decided I was going to go visit my biological sister I haven't seen in a couple months. On my way there, I got into a severe car accident. My car was totaled and I had no way home. I ended up with severe whiplash and figuring out that I have scoliosis.
But now, it is June and I'm a different person. I am still living with that family friend but it has been a rough few months. On August 1st I get to move into a house with my boyfriend. The boyfriend I was living with. I am also getting a full time job at Dollar General, same town I will be living in.