At age 30, -Living with parents, been dealing with mental illness past 3 years that led to a job loss, struggling with finishing college, 2 major traumatic relationships that caused me to become emotionally shut off from the idea of a relationship, etc etc.

At age 31, dove deep into a depression after a major psychotic episode that landed me in the hospital, lost my job of 5 years, sometimes I would go a week without even showering. I basically gave up.....

In November I forced myself to a job interview,, somehow managed to get the job. Then a friend offered being roomates, usually I dont accept roomate offers because I would rather live by myself. I dunno what went off in my head but one day I woke up and said F it. I literally threw out a bunch of stuff and even got rid a bunch of clothes, text my friend and said you know what "yes I wanna move the heck outta here and be roomates"

Im sleeping on an air bed, have nothing else really but my clothes and my car, lol.....and for some reason I am wide awake, determined, and get up everyday with a mission.......I have less money than when I lived with my parents, yet I am somehow happier..........I lost the job I got back in November but for some reason I only cried for about 2 minutes then slapped myself back to reality realizing that I have no time to beat myself up because I absolutly refuse to move back in with the parents, I got things to do, places to go, and goals to reach and make......mistakes, trials, and tribulations are merely lessons, tests, and building blocks for a shield that will make you bullet proof..........

Im starting to feel that way...bullet proof....I could wreck my car tomorrow, step out of the car, nod my head and say.....yup...sounds about right....and just keep moving......unless someone dies or ends up in the hospital.....its pretty much all good....Im still breathing demmit! all the other stuff....whatever