24f here, was diagnosed with anxiety and adhd at 21 and am on medication for both. I've been on lexapro for the last year and have been prescribed adderall for the last \~4. 

I'll preface this by saying that I've done a lot of work on myself in the last couple of years, and have a much better handle on my anxiety now than I did when I was first diagnosed. I haven't had a drink in over a year, I work out pretty regularly (well, for the most part), I see a therapist once a week and a psychiatrist once a month. I've also gone from being the type of person who had paralytic anxiety, where I would just lay in bed and drink away my stressors, to now being someone who tries to attack the root cause of my anxiety. I very much fall into the camp of "action combats anxiety," and in the last few years I've never had a problem getting out of bed and starting my day. If anything, I'm more prone to working myself into the ground, because I'm anxious about what will happen if I don't (i.e. I worked three jobs while in school last semester, pulled many an all-nighter, and managed a 4.0 GPA and to double my income in 2020 compared to 2019, despite losing my job during the pandemic and taking some really hard classes.) 

But I moved home a year and a half ago, and it's been rocky, to say the least. I did it because I was flat broke and wanted to go back to school without amassing lots of student loan debt, and even though my relationship with my parents has always been kind of strained, I figured since I was older and more mature I'd be better equipped to handle it.

Boy, was I wrong.

Not only did I forget just how strained my relationship with them was, I forgot just how shitty their marriage was. For starters, their marriage was never great, and they should've gotten divorced yeaaaars ago -- my mom verbatim told me the only reason they stayed together was because of money. On top of that, my dad lost his job four years ago, and financially we've been in a really tough spot since. Now my mom is finally talking about getting divorced, and it's the dead of winter in the northeast, and even though I've scrimped and saved and worked my ass off the last year and a half, I still don't have anywhere close to enough money to move out AND put myself through school. 

I just hate feeling like I'm doing everything I can to feel better, but there are still so many factors outside of the realm of my control that make my situation so unbearable. I can't control my parents' marriage. I can't control that we live in a cold, ridiculously expensive area, and that the school I'm attending is the only one I can afford with in-state tuition. All I can keep doing is picking up shifts, working myself into the ground and studying my ass off, all so I can hopefully move out sooner rather than later, but with the amount of school I have left I still feel like I'm nowhere close to things being better.

Any advice would be much appreciated.