I’ve been working since I was 16 years old, and ten years later, I’ve never stopped. Even when I was in school, I was juggling between classes, my two jobs, and my unpaid internship.
Thanks to my master degree, I found a steady job, but I make $1700/month and my rent is like $1100.
I’m a second-gen immigrant and I always feel embarrassed to ask my parents for help. They struggled all their lives, I feel like I should be the one helping them out you know ?
My friends are all pretty well-off too, which doesn’t help tbh (even if I’m very happy for them, it’s just that they don’t really understand my struggles).
Anyways, I feel doomed by poverty. I’ve got a ton of mental health issues and even though i’m powering through it thanks to a wide range of medications, I feel so tired.
I see my friends buying property, having kids, being financially secure, and I just can’t help but thinking I will never catch up, like it’s too late you know?
I really try to save up some money but it’s like it’ll never be enough. And I always feel so guilty when I spend money on myself.
I know it could be worse, so I’ll stop my complaining right there, but, you know. It’s hard sometimes.