Written in 2022:

I was feeling really guilty for moving into the office as my bedroom. I thought, is this all I need to be happy? My own space? Did I make the wrong call?

I was right to put physical space there. I needed it badly. I had no privacy, really, and having my own room really let me start just being. I still slept on the floor, still didn’t have any kind of place to put my things, still didn’t really… live like normal… somehow it felt like buying a bed was too much of an indulgence. Like, “Why would you do that?!” And that was strengthened by the cries of “We don’t need a bed!” “What we have is fine!”

We ended up sleeping on mattress toppers instead.