My therapist told me I need to 'sit with my emotions.'

I told her I already did that all weekend, staring at my phone and doomscrolling.

I've been practicing mindfulness in therapy to manage my anxiety

now I'm aware of every thought, including the one that says I'm still not doing the dishes

I told my boss I needed a mental health day.

They asked if I could 'reframe that as a productivity retreat'.

I was having an existential crisis about the future of humanity.

Then I remembered I have a group chat dedicated to complaining about rising gas prices, and suddenly everything felt a little more manageable.