My therapist said 'doing the work' means leaning into discomfort.

I told her I'd just lean into my weighted blanket instead.

I asked my boomer parents for housing advice

They told me to 'just stop eating avocado toast', like that's the down payment on a McMansion

I've been reading all these self-help books to improve my mental health

now my apartment is just a pile of unread books and unfulfilled potential

My biggest fear isn't dying.

It's having to pay for the funeral.