So my therapy appointment today was... eye opening. After we talked through how this year is mirroring 2020 in regards to how I did in college and my mental health, and how my family responded to that "failure", my therapist has... somewhat implied that it would be a good idea to come up with an escape plan that can be implemented at the end of my term if necessary. Meaning May 1st. At the latest.
I've been trying for years and haven't made it happen. My therapist agreeing that I need to get out ASAP is great, but also terrifying, and... doesn't actually help me get there.
I need a job, a place to stay that is safe for myself and my two dogs, and potentially a car if things go really badly and my dad doesn't let me keep my car.
Can't get a job while living in this house. Cant move out of this house without a job.