So I recently had to move back to Houston because my mental health was bad. I was quiting a med and it caused me to have crazy mood swings. I am now at one of the lowest points in my life because I went from working full time and living 2500 miles away from my family which I actually enjoyed to living with my Dad. My roomate is one of my closest friends I ever had and I can tell her anything. I am not mad at her decision but it still doesn't make it any easier.
I'm sorry to hear that. You mentioned your roommate being a very close friend, and not being mad. I may have missed something, you mentioned a decision of hers?
