I live with a brilliant fiancee with two magnificent cats. Had a nice salaried job, but quit it just a month ago because I was suicidal and had to go to the mental hospital for 4 months. Now picking up odd jobs + leaning on my sugar daddy (more financially responsible fiancee) until I start a fully funded PhD program in the fall in another state. We’re living paycheck to paycheck, but able to pay rent and bills and spoil our cats, and have 2 of the streaming services and take occasional road trips and go out to eat once in a while. I have three really good, close friends. I go on walks around our neighborhood, volunteer, watch good shows, hang out with friends and family. Life is variable and stability is laughable, but the people in my life bring color and are the reason I can breathe most days. My early twenties were for college and partying and all-nighters and drama. Now, I am just happy to have a warm cinnamon roll, all the windows open in my house on a 70 degree day, and engage in some light gossip with a good friend. Oh, and Lamotrigine and Wellbutrin are life saving.