I did it, friends..

After 9 years of doing it alone, of being considered homeless and home insecure for 3 years due to my NFamily lying and getting me kicked out. From being an addict, from living in a corolla with a partner and my service dog, from experiencing financial abuse and gaslighting and mail tampering and all of that, I. DID. IT.

1. I reapplied to disability and GOT APPROVED.

2. I GOT APPROVED FOR AN IN HOME SUPPORT SERVICES (CAREGIVER) AND I GOT TO CHOOSE THE PERSON AND SHE STARTED TODAY. I'm no longer in this ALONE.

3. I got off my grandmother's cellphone plan and NOW NOBODY HAS MY NEW NUMBER.

4. I AM ON SECTION 8 WAITLIST.

But, the biggest thing is that with the settlement I got from my car crash in December, I MADE MY ROOM A REAL SAFE SPACE. I made a budget. Odin has insurance now. But, most of all.. MOST OF ALL. I BOUGHT MY OWN CAR - NO HELP, NO NOTHING FROM THEM.

They've said NOTHING about it. Not a singular "I'm proud of you for your first big purchase". Not a singular "that's a really nice vehicle." Just "move your truck so I can get out of the garage" or "move your truck so I can wash my truck."

And YOU KNOW WHAT?

I. DONT. CARE. I DONT CARE. I. DONT. CARE!!!!!

I didn't expect them to say anything. I have finally reached a place in my life where I finally.. I finally do not need their approval or validation. I finally don't have any expectations out of them except for negativity. I have finally accepted who they are and how they are. I can do all the things they always said I couldn't.

9 years of every psychiatric therapy, medication, program, ward available - I fucking did it. Some of them, I did MULTIPLE TIMES. And I did it. I finally made it here. I did it.

Once I get to leave this place, I will finally be truly free.