I've had two job interviews this week. If I'm lucky, one will give me a job in the fall. If not, I might be moving back in with my parents. Here's my thing– I don't want to give up. I want to do hard things and prove that I frickin can. I want to be able to conquer myself. I want to work hard and be more than I am. but I'm kinda falling apart at the seams, y'know? I'm living on my savings, applying for jobs, BEGGING for jobs. My parents want– well, my mom wants me to move back and kinda get my life on track. I don't think things are that bad, tho. I've got some crap figured out. I've got a bunch of crap not figured out. At this point, I don't know. I don't know anything. But, I am getting help. I finally reached out to my mom and she put me in contact with a therapist. I pray that this helps.