Plans.

Sunday night can be shit when you’re looking at 40 hours of work, 5 planned lunches, 5 planned dinners, 49vhours if doom scrolling and videogames.

But if you say “Tuesday I’m gonna go for a walk at the local park. I’m gonna see if my friend can join.” You now have something that breaks that monotony to look forward too.

Start small.

Friends who for some reason, argue that I deserve an actual life.

Regardless, it is not possible, simply isn’t.

The mental pain alone makes doing anything sober impossible.