We said we did not want the nine to five. We said we wanted work that meant something, schedules that breathed, lives built around what we actually care about instead of what pays the bills on someone else’s timeline. We meant it. We still mean…

Nobody sat us down and taught us about heartbreak. Nobody explained what burnout actually feels like, or how to talk about money without feeling ashamed, or what to do when the anxiety gets loud enough that it starts affecting everything else. We figured it out…

We are really good at being funny on the internet. We turn our anxiety into memes. We make jokes about not being able to afford houses, about sending resumes into the void, about lying awake at 3am thinking about something embarrassing we said in 2014….

Nobody handed us a manual. Nobody sat us down and walked us through what heartbreak really feels like, how to survive your first real job, or what to do when the future you planned for stops making sense. We figured it out the way our…

We are there. Sitting at the same table, in the same chair, in the same room. But our minds? They left a long time ago. Somewhere in someone else’s story. Somewhere in the notification that just came in. Somewhere in the conversation we haven’t replied…