My parents always told me to follow my dreams.

Now my dreams are just about affording groceries that aren't on sale.

I'm trying to follow the classic boomer advice to 'invest in real estate'

but the only property I can afford is a timeshare in my parents' basement

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

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

I told my therapist I was having trouble with self-regulation, so she gave me a mood journal to track my emotions.

Now my anxiety just has a very organized to-do list.