Homesickness. It's really setting in right about now. I am exactly 1,699 miles from home. Yes, I did Google the exact distance from my house to where I am now.

1,699 miles away from home. 1,699 miles away from comfort. 

I have a serious dependency on my parents (emotionally and monetarily) and I'm diligently working on it, but there are moments like these where I want to lay down with my head on my mother's lap and cry. But, I am not a child anymore. I want to have a healthy relationship with my mother and it is proving to be very difficult.

 I could be here anywhere from four months to a year and that is terrifying. I'm trying my hardest to not get hung up on when I'm getting discharged. It's difficult not to think about it when I'm surrounded by people who are getting ready to leave. 

Recovery is hard. Point blank. If it wasn't hard, I would have been healthy a long time ago. 

I'm just trying to take things day by day.