Who’s Your Greatest Cheerleader?

Would you be able to answer if I asked you?

Abby Cheval


Two men hugging each other inside a bar.
Photo by Thiago Barletta on Unsplash

Hi friend. Today’s story is a sombre one. While I’m still finishing up the next one with a more lighthearted tone, here is a guessing game that I want you to play if you’ve got the time. It involves my current life and what you think is gonna happen next. Ready? Here it goes:

Yesterday, my friends needed me to answer a question, and I texted the regular group chat back that I wasn’t feeling mentally up to it so I would respond the next day.

Then I spent the entire day:

  • Wrapped in my faux wool blanket
  • Twice napping for over two hours
  • Laying on the floor rug to nap for one of those times
  • And heavily crying for four periods throughout the day

I could barely move, and the thought of deciding what to eat left me paralyzed to the point that I almost went hungry. But a voice in my head kept going, “it’s okay, just something simple. I know it’s bad but you need it, please. C’mon, get up.”

I remember crying while I made a low-budget instant pasta dish. And after eating it, I went to sleep — it was almost 12 a.m.

I proceeded to dream that I was ice skating down a long canal and Jack Frost was with me, along with a huge crowd of people just enjoying the winter’s day.

What do you think happened next?

The next day do you think things got worse? Did I end up repeating the same cycle? Did I reach out for help?

Well, today it feels like yesterday didn’t even exist. I answered my friends back and sent them funny gifs.

Then I spent today:

  • Drinking the best cup of coffee I’d made in a while
  • Finishing my laundry before 9 a.m.
  • Cooking a beautiful pan-fried tilapia for lunch
  • And walking to the dollar store, buying a pack of disposable garbage bags and purging my kitchen cupboards of everything I never used

My legs are a little stiff from all the moving around. But I’m smiling even as I write this because the voice in my head was saying, “it’s



Abby Cheval

Millennial, noncommittal romantic, walking the tightrope between hope and depression. Sounds like you too? I’ll write something for both of us.