5 years ago I was 16 on my 3rd job, I was miserable. Went to school, came home for 30 minutes to get ready, then went to work for about 6 hours. I paid rent, I paid the car payment, I did it all and that felt nice but it was too much. I lost everything when I lost that job, my apartment, my car, my cats, my freedom. Grandma took me in and would tell me people stood outside our house waiting to hurt me, I knew it wasn't true but it didn't stop my anxiety. All I could think about was getting away anyway I could.
Now I have my own things and i don't have to worry like I used to, it feels so nice. If anyone reads this and feels stuck like I did, please wait I promise with time it gets better and things turn around. It might get worse before it gets better but that's what it takes sometimes < 3