I live at my mother’s place after I imploded living abroad (and my father got vascular dementia) two years ago in August.
She is a constant nag, narcissistic, dark empath and hoarder.
She was gone for a week, and I haven’t felt so relaxed since I moved back. That tells me I need to get the f#@k out of here.
That said, my months-long hypo seems like it might finally be subsiding, and since my diagnosis, I’m more aware of who I am and how I tick. I guess I’m more “mindful” now. It’s wild to go back through my life and realize how much of it was my disorder.
I live at my mother’s place after I imploded living abroad (and my father got vascular dementia) two years ago in August.
She is a constant nag, narcissistic, dark empath and hoarder.
She was gone for a week, and I haven’t felt so relaxed since I moved back. That tells me I need to get the f#@k out of here.
That said, my months-long hypo seems like it might finally be subsiding, and since my diagnosis, I’m more aware of who I am and how I tick. I guess I’m more “mindful” now. It’s wild to go back through my life and realize how much of it was my disorder.