Thank you. I know she was trying to do the right thing, but I had made the molehill too big of a mountain and plus, I knew that if I really did get sick with a bad stomach flu (which happens to me invariably once a year) I would no have no footing to stand on and I'd be kicked out. Even that was stressful. I think you're right, I don't know how to talk myself down.
I'm back home now and feel in a way that I traded one hell for another. The hell of being with a job far away living out of a hotel was so much. Now I'm back home thinking I'll never get a job in my chosen field doing what I love, and that my family will never trust me again since they just don't understand.
I need CBT I think but fast, I will plan to see my psychiatrist next week and check my meds and talk about CBT or DBT.
I will try to get another job close to home but there is none available here. More like no one will hire me around here; that's why I have to travel out.