Hi, I'm 24 and although I lived on my own for 3 months, the landlord sold the house and I went back living with my foster parents.

After I had to move because of the landlord situation, I got really depressed: my biological parents decided to have a divorce and told me in the most unpersonal way one day before the hardest exam of my university bachelor. I was abused by my biological mother because of my autism and got abused and bullied in foster houses and my former therapist before meeting my foster parents at age 18.

I love my foster parents and my brother and sister. I love the house and our cats. But I can't help feeling like a total lover because I live at home, again.

My friends all live on their own in flats or with roommates even though it's really expensive right now. I feel like I'm missing the boat or something.

Like I am a child for living with my foster parents, even though I'm still too exhausted for cooking daily or cleaning.

What do you guys think? I feel like I'm too harsh on myself.