The Scary Reality of Adult Bedtime

Nobody talks about how the scariest part of adulthood is your bedtime routine becoming a

full production. I thought I was a lifestyle influencer. Linen pajamas,

gratitude journal, lavender everything. Ready to glow up. Then winter hit.

It is pitch black at four-thirty. My cute ritual turned into a survival ceremony.

I'm lighting candles like an exorcism, doing skincare while my brain whispers that every shadow

is sinister. The meditation app tells me to embrace the darkness. I'm like absolutely

not, stay away from me. I'm literally sprinting from the bathroom

because the hallway feels haunted. Making my anxiety look cute online. We're all just