Still freaking out

So my tdoc said I need to move into acceptance about moving in with my parents. I totally argued with him because its not about acceptance.  My mother is completely unreasonable about things a lot of the time (like waking me up at 3 am to buy ice cream) and at the same time treats me like I'm broken.  Again, I should be thankful for a place to live but leaving my friends and support system is going to be rough.  T-3 days and counting.  I don't think I've dealt with the reality of this at all.  A year and a half seems like forever and that's assuming I get into grad school.  I don't even know if that's possible.   On top of all this, my best friend's dad just died, which is awful, and I feel like I have to drive across the state to be at his funeral.  I know this is much worse for her of course, it's just adding to my stress level a bit. I really want to run and hide.  I wish I could just stay in my apartment by myself and just hang here instead of moving in with Mom or anybody.  This is a current theme in my writings I know, I'm just totally bugged out about it.  Trying really hard to remember that it's only temporary and not forever.  Whenever I find myself in forever mode I get to feeling like I can't live like that.  It's awful. I also want my pdoc to put me on an antidepressant, at least for a little while, because I know I am going to need it.  She is worried it will make me manic, but at this point I'm willing to take the risk.  Even the hospital would be a nice vacation.   I dunno, I just feel like it would be neat if the world could stop even for a moment so I could breathe.