I survived the move. My boyfriend flew out to help me (800mi). We were long distance. He saw my bipolar mess and did not judge me. He understood my mania, took out BAGS of trash. My room was straight up dirty. I kept apologizing and he was just happy that I was finally okay mentally. He sat in on one of my online psychiatry sessions that happened while he was there and was just so proud of me for seeking help with everything. I would not have been able to clean out the house without him. He did SO much. 

He drove most of the way back with me and my cat. The stress is gone and I’m ready to start a new chapter with my new job and to be closer to him and my family.