Yeah, but I’ve had plans of moving from my state for my entire life. I was making strides during COVID and then seemingly lost all the progress I had made when the “normal” returned for most people. I thought I had broken through, but I think I was randomly just lucky during that time, since I’ve been unable to adjust to what people consider normal (this was the case before COVID, too). So even walks feel like a prison since they remind me of where I live and my failures. Of course, I do try to focus on positives, like kitties that like me enough to say hi, chatting with neighbors (I’ve found most people in my area are coldly aloof and it takes a lot to get through someone’s wall). I realize I’m not defined by my failures, too.