I've been out of work since the middle of March because of the pandemic, which is hard enough (I'm a preschool teacher, and our schools are still closed). What makes it worse is that every time I talk to my father, he guilts me about not working, like it's a choice. He wants me to get a job at a grocery store, despite both me and two of my housemates being extremely high risk for Covid complications. I'm 28 and have been living on my own since before I turned 18, and he still acts like I'm a child that doesn't know what I'm doing. I've been teaching for 8 years, and prior to the pandemic, he would routinely ask when I was going to get a "real job".

Anyway, long story short, I'm feeling like a failure and this is doing nothing positive for my anxiety/depression. Getting and sending mail has always been one of my favorite things, and I would love some happy mail to look forward to.