Adulting is unnecessarily stressful.

Adulthood — the one level of life we all couldn’t wait to reach as children, but had no idea how awful being an adult can actually be (sometimes anyway.)

Paying bills is trash. Having to work to pay said bills sucks even more. In fact, one of the only things I enjoy about being an adult is the freedom to (almost) do whatever I want when I want to. In reality, the majority of those “whatevers” involves using money I most likely don’t have enough of, so there’s still a certain level of restraint attached to whatever “true freedom” even means.

Being an adult has taught me that EVERYTHING is unnecessarily expensive, from living expenses like rent, to groceries, and all the other minuscule bills you have to pay in order to survive. Most people have to work multiple jobs in order to afford basic necessities like shelter, food and clothing, and it’s even more difficult if you have children to care for. The majority of people are in some type of debt and trying to pay it off, if they can. Financially, adulting is a pure struggle (unless you were born into money or your parents have it like that.)

It’s easy to let the woes of adulthood stress you out or even depress you. Being an adult is hard. It’s frustrating. Things may not go your way. Plans fail. It can be f*cked up.

There may be a few good times or moments mixed in, but life as adult is truly an “EQ of highs and lows.”

I definitely don’t have all of the answers on how to maintain your sanity as an adult, because every single day is truly another struggle to keep it all together. Even when everything is going right and I’m having a good day or a good week, life happens and everything can suddenly change for the worst.

On the days or nights when I have too much on my mind and I can’t fall asleep because of unforeseen life responsibilities or issues, I try to find ways to decompress. Usually, I either pray and/or meditate, exercise, listen to music, or I may even choose to indulge in what I like to call “hoodrat things with my friends,” or with a significant other or lover, with the consequences of the recklessness of this type of behavior being the last thing on my mind — all because it helps me get over.

I’ve learned more than anything else as an adult, how important it is to set aside time for yourself to practice some form of self-care — doing the things you enjoy solely for you.

Sometimes, I wonder if things will improve as I get older and accept adulthood for what it is. Maybe. Maybe not. As for now, I can only go with the flow and control what I can without allowing the stresses of adulthood to get the best of me.

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