I also feel bad for my mother because I'm twenty-two and more dependant than ever.

I also realized that my life hasn't changed at all in the last six years, with the exception of this: it used to be that my insomnia was what kept me up all night. Now, it's school -- not the stress of it, just the literal volumes of work that need to be accomplished.

Everything else -- the irrational bouts of depression, the confusion as to who I'm meant to be, the wish to be alone clashing horribly with my fear of loneliness -- are exactly the same.

When do I become an adult? Please advise soonest.