It's been a tough week, my mother and I got into a fight and she's ordering me to pack up and leave the house. I just got back to her house around September last year because I failed my last relationship. Most of all I failed to take care of myself. I don't really want to blame my mental illness. I just know I'm overwhelmed a lot.

Mother had been paying for my therapy session, but after our fight she had stopped everything and says that it doesn't work. So I'm trying my best not be afraid to go out. Though her house is not really a safe place for anyone that she can't control.

I've started applying to random job listings that I think I can do while I'm working on my character concept art. I just need enough money so that I can send my stuff to a friend's house. She's been wanting to help me to have a safe place until I get a stable job.

Though there's always this fear of losing my stuff. Most of my stuff hold a sentimental memories of the people that took care of me. Mostly my grandparents. I'm just really tired of not finding a safe place. I'm also tired of grieving.