Yep.
When I was kind of coming around the last time I was bad off... I kept starting to get better, rent an apartment or flat, then simply walk off. Rinse, lather, repeat. I don't even know how many Belgian waffle makers I've bought. SMH.
But prior to that I spent a fair bit of time quasi-homeless. I'd go work a job for a few weeks or few months overseas, come back and party until that got stupid, then sleep on the beach and surf until I got bored, then go work a job for a few weeks or few months.
Things gradually got better & I started renting places. Then I got more better & I started staying. Then I got knocked up & decided I needed to sit my ass down and chill the f*ck out. Went to school, bought a house, stayed in one place with all kinds of "stuff" for 10 years. I was about 80% better when I got pregnant. Whole process of seriously f*cked up to 80% took about 5 years. Fatalistic only barely scratches the surface. I got things as I needed them, or I lived without. Stateside, all I really needed was a bikini & surfboard & food a couple times a week. Everything else was just so freaking "extra". Worse, I couldn't keep track of it.
I kinda sorta got to that place -backpack & 2 changes of clothes, what was on me & what needed to be washed- again this past fall. Been trying beyond trying not to skip town. Been trying since Nov to rent a place, set it up to bleed off stress & symptoms, & use all the tricks I learned last time. I'm having limited success. What is it now? July. Yep. Very limited success. Spend a lot of time hiking & roadtripping. Not as much this year as last year.