My parents moved out of the family home as it was being renovated, now it's time for them to move back. 

I went over today to take a look. It just reminded me of the darkest part of my life. It's where I had a breakdown, I couldn't get those times out of my head. 

I don't live with my parents, but I enjoyed going to see them whenever I got cabin fever at my home. Their temporary house was my safe place away from home, it was peaceful and I felt loved. 

I'm devastated that our family space is moving back to the home that has so many bad memories for me. I only spent ten minutes looking today, and all I could see were the rooms where I hid away or self harmed.

I can't stop thinking about it, I love my parents and pets and want to spend time with them, but I'm really scared that that place will mess with my recovery. 