Thanks for your concern, mates. My (I guess now) ex-stepfather completely moved out on Saturday before my mom and I did our weekly grocery shopping. The feelings expressed were of liberation and freedom. I even learned of a few things my ex-stepfather said about me; a lot of which a bit scathing. The room that was his bedroom is now quite empty. My mom was thinking maybe replacing the bed with a futon and maybe add in a treadmill (off of a wild idea I had). While it's surreal he's gone, it also feels liberating, and my mother feels happier than ever at his departure. I actually wanted to thank him for all he's done in the long time the two they've been together. However, considering the bipolar nature of him, I wasn't sure if he'd snap and get into a rage or take it calm. If that isn't a concerning thought, here's one aspect I am thankful didn't result in anything terrible- he had a gun. So if he really snapped and wanted to go insane, my mom and/or I could have been shot dead if he went on some rampage.
As for my right foot, I didn't injure it. So it wasn't like I had any bone damage or a sprained ankle. I started really feeling better by Friday of last week. There is still some residual pain, but I am pretty much recovered now.
Once again, thank you all for your concern. This is a place for us all to share and maybe get some support for depression and/or anxiety. Keep going- we're all in the same fight. And of course, don't let depression and/or anxiety win.