My parents told me to 'just pull myself up by my bootstraps.'

My boots are from Target and the straps broke two months ago.

I've been working on building intimacy in therapy,

but my partner just got a notification that I've been 'typing...' for 20 minutes.

My manager told us, 'we're a family here.'

So I asked for an advance on my inheritance, and he said, 'Let's circle back on that.'

My therapist encouraged me to find healthy ways to self-soothe.

So I started color-coding my anxiety spreadsheet.