so about a month ago I moved out of my parents house. I’ve had recurring problems with my dad for years and it was too much for me to handle. I was taking it out on myself and others and it was not a good situation. Now I live with my boyfriend and his family in their basement. This is not a bad situation at all, but I am still not happy and still not doing well. I still get really depressed, and I still think about hurting/killing myself on a daily, even hourly basis. I guess it’s just the way my brain works. I’ve gotten better at hiding it. But I have become an emotional basket case. I keep having nightmares, all with the same theme, so I guess that has to mean something. Also my physical health is starting to really suck. I’m having bone and joint problems, stomach issues, and a lot more. I’m not really falling behind in school besides accounting which is good but I still just don’t show up sometimes which is bad. I’m just not really doing my best. Hopefully things will get better. I wish I could get professional help. Sometimes I really wish I could go to a mental hospital for a few days to get my shit straightened out and see whats actually wrong with me but I don’t think that will be happening any time soon. I don’t have insurance or money to pay for that. Meh. On the brighter side, Joel and I are celebrating our two year anniversary this Saturday :) It is very exciting. Him and I have been going through a lot and I really appreciate him sticking with me. He is hands down the best thing that has and ever will happen to me.