The Thin Line between Addiction and Coping
A shopping guide for when you quit your job and can no longer afford your coping mechanisms.
In the dead of winter, you can be pushed to the very edge of the tallest cliffs your mind can imagine. You can feel the breeze of the hundred foot drop between your toes. You can taste the blood in your mouth.
Four months ago I found myself trapped at a job and a plan to kill myself. I had hit a bottom I wasn’t familiar with, something sinister. I needed out before I took a more permanent exit. Three months ago, I upped my medication and got a new job. It was a risk I had to take, so I wrapped my fingers around it and took it. Now with a significant drop in cash flow, I had to reevaluate how I consumed. In a world of no take-backs, I stood in my walk-in closet and wished I could. I was broke with bills to pay and a years worth of barely worn clothing in my closet, and I was embarrassed.
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Myriah Florence was born and raised in the Midwest with a ravenous appetite for all things culture. When they aren't working or talking someone’s ear off, they're probably on the internet or stuck to the TV.
