virtual school, I could feel myself starting to tailspin. How was I supposed to work a nine to five and keep an eye on the kids all day?
Well, it turns out I didn’t have to wonder for very long. Just two months later, I was furloughed.Luckily, we had enough in savings to last us a few months and my husband was still working full time.
But that wasn’t enough to keep me from relapsing.In the months that followed, I sunk into a deep depression. Apathy replaced all other emotions and some days, I couldn’t even find the motivation to get out of bed, much less take a shower or get dressed.
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