A quick update since I've been pretty radio silent for a while. I haven't really been in the headspace to do much of anything productive since I found out my father contracted Covid. I'll be honest, I've been barely hanging on for months... almost a year?

I know I'm not the only one that's been having a hard time dealing with the state of... well the world. But I felt like I was mostly doing a good job of keeping my head over the water. I hate to admit that I'd fallen into a sort of "it won't happen to me" trap. I mean I took all my own precautions trying to keep myself and my significant other safe, but I just sort of assumed that my family on the whole would have done the same.

Then I found out my father tested positive in late January. *Then* I found out he'd only gotten himself tested because he had fever and other severe symptoms for over a week. I found that bit out because he was taken to the ER and subsequently hospitalized due to pneumonia caused by covid. Worse yet, it spread throughout the household!

Stepmother, my sister, and her partner, all positive. Thankfully it seems like he's recovering decently, and his was the worst case, but they're all going to have to deal with whatever nasty surprises this thing leaves behind.

Since I found out about his first hospital visit, it's just been a rollercoaster I've been wanting to get off of. I just haven't been able to really function for the last three weeks. I don't really owe anything to anyone, but I thought it'd only be fair to say that I, like many others out there, have just been slammed with more than I can really take right now. But I'm hoping to pull myself back up now that things seem to be leveling out.

Take care, guys! <3