Educated
Chola

Loving the entire album. "The Cure" by Olivia Rodrigo, if you don't know already, is about realizing that the thing you thought would fix everything was never going to be the fix. And that's exactly where I am right now, but with a little green and white capsule instead of a situationship. A generic version of it, since we can't afford the brand name. I finally had my appointment with my new psychiatrist, and I walked out of there having to accept something I wasn't ready to

Let's talk about the system, the deductible, and why we should be allowed to submit a PowerPoint to our therapist. So here's the thing about trying to take care of your mental health when you're a person who has to actually think about money: it's a whole process. And not in a cute, "journey to healing" kind of way. More like a "multi-step bureaucratic nightmare disguised as self-care" kind of way. It started simple enough. I needed a referral — either to adjust my medication

(I got my license at 36 with anxiety — and I think that's why I'm actually a good driver) I finally got my license at 36 years old. At the DMV — not for the first time, not even for the second — and it only took me I think 4 written tests because I let one or two expire, and 2 driving because I didn't pass the first one, because I swear that old man that gave me the test was on a failing-everyone streak that day. And I have no shame about that. If anything, I think the anxiet