The guy I’ve been living with took my cards and refused to give them back before emptying my accounts, and telling me to take all my stuff with me and not come back as I was leaving for a holiday.
My mother has agreed to help set me up with another place to stay on the condition that I have zero contact with him.
He’s been tightening his control of me for the past few months and punishing me harder and harder for less and less things, including severely limiting my contact with the outside world.
Hey! Not too hot, tbh. Psychosis has gotten waaaay worse because I made the idiotic mistake of starting on meth when I started dating my bf. It’s been hard, but I’m trying to cope with it.