I've been doing the work in therapy to develop healthier coping mechanisms

Now I can procrastinate with a clear conscience and call it 'self-care'.

I've got three side hustles just to afford my main job's commute.

My parents always said they wanted me to have a better life than them.

Now it looks like the only thing I'm inheriting is their economic anxiety.

I'm at the point where I'm considering a 30-year mortgage

which is also the expected lifespan of my avocado toast-fueled liver