To be productive sounds so good, but so hard when you have little to no motivation. Is this adulthood? Is this what my parents felt? Man, I have so many questions. All I know is they woke up everyday and worked their ass off to put a roof over me and siblings head. Bien aventados; without fear, they kept pushing through day after day. The moral of the story is no one is coming to save you. As harsh as it sounds, it's true. You might have some people there for you trying to help, but you cannot be helped if you don't want it. It's okay to feel sad, but don't let it consume you. Get up. It's time to get shit done, homegirl! Get a notebook out and write down your goals. A constructive plan on how you will get there. While you're at it write down some self loving quotes for daily reminders that you are a chingona raised on rice and beans. Remember you have made it this far. When you feel like things are getting impossible, the word itself says "I'm possible".