Apartment hunting in the age of depression

How does one even make a budget, I texted to my friend, a mixture of panic and frustration washing over me. Like, I know I need to move out, but I just don’t know how. I don’t know how to even begin apartment hunting, and besides. I have a crockpot and a mattress.

Life has this way of sneaking up on you: one minute, you’re a child, being carried to bed by your father; the next, you’re an adult carried your heavy heart and full mind to bed at 7pm because the depression is too bad to stay awake. And that’s how my depression has been lately. Too heavy for me to stay awake.

But that hasn’t stopped me: I’ve gotten up, gone to work, showered. Done all the things I’m supposed to do. Heck, I’ve even done things I didn’t have to do: start a new blog, apartment search, and found an apartment.

Guys, I found an apartment. And that’s huge. Because six months ago, I wasn’t ready to live on my own. And now I am, or maybe I’m not. This depression seems too big to handle alone. But I’m stepping out in faith that everything’s going to be ok. Because I have the skills, I have the support, I have all the tools I need to be successful in life.

And I’m ready, anxious, but ready.

But, I’m also looking for recommendations on how to live on your own. What’s helpful? What’s not? What works? What doesn’t?

We’re all in this life together.


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