Victoria really tries too hard to scream into the world how perfect her life is. Sure, this is the age of social media, where anyone can post about anything, everything, and nothing at the same time.
For my master's degree internship, I got assigned to an adult therapy center- and my god, almost half of the clientele there are social media personalities here in my home country. The majority of them are being chased by the tax center here due to underpaying their taxes, unable to cope with the pressure (they subconsciously made for themselves), and the fact that most of them live alone (one of them confessed her 'loving bf' is actually an escort). Most of them did not earn a degree, nor are financially literate, so they have dug themselves a hole they have dug too deep.
I feel that Vic, deep down is clamoring for the life she once had. A free trip here, a fashion show there, and the fact that she stays at home for short periods of time. Now she's literally locked herself in her attic and only comes out if someone pays for her to be there.
She literally cannot afford to be happy. She can win the lottery tomorrow, but nothing changes. She's deeply unhappy, and no Peloton workout nor free trip is gonna solve that. She really needs to pay for a therapist, since she is so lost, and is looking even ridiculous day by day. I wonder if even Alex (roommate) is even noting her drastic changes. She changed so much after getting married and moving to Deanshanger.