Yesterday my mom and I went to go house hunting because she needs to move soon. Apparently she could not stop thinking about it  and so we went back this morning. Tonight I think that she is going to make an offer, because she is going to see it again. I get really anxious because I feel that she doesn't want me around... at least living with her. on our way to the house I just started to cry and i told her that she said her house was always our house. I told her that I though she was pushing me away, pushing me out. Good thing to know is that she is not trying to do that at all.  I am just still so depressed. I am angry that I am ill and I am tired. Tonight I start my first DBT Group Therapy. I hope it is interesting and fun and I hope it goes fast. My dada is in town and I don't know what to do with him. He wants to go look for apartments and I don't want to go through that process with him and his new family. I am so tired living like this.  I don't want to take my self, but it seems that t is the only path I can take, the only resort to freedom... yet it is the end all solutions.