YES, I so relate to this. Life with my mother growing up was chaotic. We moved constantly. I had to adapt to the new and unknown, over and over and over. In early adulthood, I tried out stability for a time, in Chicago, and then ended up abandoning that for Saudi Arabia. Go figure. And then had all sorts of ups and downs and problems there.

Anyway... part of the reason I had to do intensive therapy this past fall was to have anywhere near enough time to tell the whole story.

A year and a half sounds brutal!! Hugs