As I scroll near-mindlessly through my Instagram feed, there's an emptiness that comes along with the visual proof that my peers and I are growing old. Every night I sit here on my Ikea couch, fake-watching TV, trying to pretend that this is "me time" and "self-care" when I'm really just wasting away while recovering from my demanding daily duties.
The banality of my existence feeds both my depression and anxiety, but I'm too damn tired to do something that is actually gratifying with my time. Is this really all there is to life? We just work work work, take a break to recover from working and then do it all again every Monday? For those of us who aren't "blessed" with progeny (thank god), it's not like we have living things beyond pets to congratulate ourselves for taking care of. Basically, I'm not doing very well. But at least, thanks to memes, I know I am not alone.