This is me. This is what mental health issues look like up close and personal.
If something little makes you happy, then celebrate the crap out of that little thing.
Here's the thing: It’s easier to afford coffee when you can’t afford any of the big things you need.
Whenever I put on my combat boots and layer a chunky sweater over a sundress, I hear a little voice in my head all day long that says “Fuck yeah, I am providing a valuable service because I have a marketable skill.” You just don’t get that vibe from your underwear (or maybe you do, in which case, kudos).