My boss told us 'we're a family here,'

which is why I'm always guilt-tripped into doing extra work and can never afford to move out.

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 asked me what my five-year plan was.

I told her, 'Survive and maybe afford therapy for another five years?'

My therapist said I need to practice self-compassion.

So I let myself order takeout three nights in a row instead of cooking.