Since I left my house at 17 I've had problems with recurrent long term homelessness, unemployment (I go through jobs every 3 months), and general instability.
I've been on medication longer and am starting actual real treatment this Friday. I've managed to keep a job long enough for insurance to kick in.
This weekend I'll be moving into an apartment. It's a horrible nasty place but it's what I can afford and I'm paying for it on my own. I think I'll get over that it doesn't have a bath room.
Last week my Uncle took back the car he bought me and I've ben without transportation. This week I'll be fixing that.
I feel really good that even though I got off to a late start I'm getting functional.
I'm still have a ton of problems. I often feel overwhelmed.
But I've made progress this past year and if my family isn't going to acknowledge it it doesn't mean it hasn't happened.
I still feel discombobulated after the confrontation around my car being taken away. I think me walking across Minneapolis, in my pjs, after a 12 hour shift, with as much stuff as I could carry was taken in stride.