Things got bumped up. The car is almost packed, new place is almost ready. Time to move. This is very stressful. Leaving a stable home for the great unknown. I'd stay if I could see a chance of being happy here again, but that doesn't look possible.

Had a full on panic attack a while ago and couldn't function for quite a while. My mom drove here from an hour away after I asked her not to, and tried to guilt me into staying. I refused, and I think she may not speak to me for a while now. Good work.

I don't know what to do now.