I talked to my therapist, and we are now working on a plan to get me moved out as soon as possible and out of the house away from my mother as much as a possible in the meantime. It’s going to be scary, living on my own, but I know I can I do it, since I’ve done it before (and quite successfully). I have to do it. I can’t live with her anymore (my mother). Hopefully it will be a place that allows pets so I can bring my cat, who is my emotional support animal. Just watching her sleep and listening to her purr helps calm me down a lot. I feel loved by her, something I don’t feel from my mother. My cat’s name is Luna, after the moon (in spanish), and she’s a calico. She’s probably the only thing that kept me going strong these last couple of years.
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