Thank you all for your words of support.
Tonight...Sunday night...is my last night at my parents.
My folks were watching me tonight bringing suitcases and boxes of books down the stairs. My mom said "God, are you moving to Timbuktu?" I said "I just want my bedroom to look comforting and familiar". She said "We will miss you terribly but you will be home at the weekend". I replied "Not every weekend". My dad said "No not every weekend but don't be a stranger ok?"
I am sitting here thinking back. It was July 2014 when I had a very very bad relapse and I was being threatened by my mom mostly about being put in some kind of institution. I thought my life was over. How things change...