In our new place now. Took a heavy toll on my anxiety as I was super overwhelmed, but its done. Still have things at the old apartment and the walkthrough on the 10th but the major move is done.

It's just mom and I now in a 1-bedroom with her taking the bedroom and me having the living room. It's extremely tight with the small corner I have my computer setup in forcing me to turn sideways to fit into and its walled off by two layers of boxes. Mom is a hoarder, but since I'm her caretaker I just have to put up with it like I have my entire life.

I'm hoping this move will help me get back to the mental stability I was in almost 20 years ago. I'm going to try and set dates and times to work on personal projects and focus efforts on myself but its all up in the air at this point. RN I have no reason to be alive except my mother and friends. I have nothing for myself and don't actually enjoy living much anymore. Not suicidal, I just truly don't like being around in this world anymore and I'm just kinda waiting for my turn to die. Not even at rock bottom but I feel like the only way to go is up so here's hoping.