I am well past the age where it’s socially acceptable to feel like your life is ending because of a positive pregnancy test, but I’ll admit that I truly felt like everything was coming crashing down.
Adult Fantasy reads like a series of letters from your smartest friend, which is just objectively enjoyable to read.
Are you killing some meaningless industry? Are you narcissistic because you actually know how to use and benefit from a smartphone? Take the quiz to find out!
How to save money, how to spend money, how to make a budget to help actually accomplish those things—the whole shebang.
As someone in this stage of life, I would describe it as both invigoratingly free and crushingly intense. It's a mix of really good and really bad mixed in with just enough mundanity to make you feel like you're wasting your life.
Communal living is making a comeback, but when people find out I live with my in-laws, I get a lot of different reactions, from pity to horror. People simply can’t understand why—or how—my husband and I do it.
Whatever emotion I’m feeling completely consumes my present, but it also traces my steps to color the past, and it reaches forward to shape my view of the future. I have absolutely no emotional object permanence.
To everybody out there struggling to take care of themselves, to get their work done, to take a shower, to get out of bed, to breathe in and out, I get it and I’m with you. We can get better at this self-care stuff together.
Do I simply need to accept that this is adulthood and the holidays feel different on this side of 20? Or am I losing a magic worth fighting to save?
The people who love us are not qualified therapists, so when we express thoughts that might not make sense to them, especially self-deprecating thoughts, they might brush them off or even get upset with us. If you go to therapy and feel like those thoughts are finally being heard and taken seriously, this can help in unimaginable ways.