Life has been extra difficult for a lot of people lately due to the pandemic. I’ve been dealing with that, too, of course, in addition to my parents’ ongoing divorce process, which was initiated in late May. My plans to move to Mississippi to be with my boyfriend have been put on hold while I help with everything going on with my family. I’m basically having to play therapist to everyone, save my dad (I’m not in contact with him at this time for the sake of what remains of my sanity). My mom, sister, and I have pretty much decided we’ll be moving into my grandpa’s spare trailer. It needs a lot of work. I want to help furnish it but I’ll need a job first. I’ve sent out applications but haven’t heard anything yet.
I’m coping just enough to get by but I swear, when this is all over, I might go for a hospital stay just to recharge. I’m really feeling the mental strain of everything right now. Thanks for reading. 
