I also have done something big. I’ve shared my story publicly. For years the cycle has been trauma, remorse, forgiveness, repeat. But when I shared a poem on social media about the physical and verbal abuse I lived through as a child- and the experience I went through at 29- it was freedom.
This is indeed very big and I'm glad you had the courage to do so and also that you reached out to us here

I likely saved my mother's life three winters ago and brought her to live with me and my two little kids. It went ok at first, and maybe I didn't do everything right, but I had to take her back by spring to her hoard home after she was making accusations of criminal elder abuse, getting in my face, threatening me with a lawyer. When she started accusing my kids, that was it. She demanded to be taken back though and I had no choice. LC (veey) after that. I even got a call from a sheriffs deputy 120 miles away when she accused me of stealing her purse. She actually forgot it here. I shipped the contents back. She ended up under County Conservatorship because I no longer wanted anything to deal with it legally though I'm only next of kin. That's my story in short.
I'm glad that you have a place to live and be
safe, especially in these challenging times. What are you next steps?