I am sick to death of being poor and debt and being desperate, stressed and tired. I am sick to death of getting notifications for payments due, and tearfully paying them because I can’t take the interest.
I am sick to death of my partner and I working so, so hard and such long hours and having to maintain a house and prepare a meal.
I am sick to death of letting my friends and family down because I am too tired to hold a conversation.
I am sick of going to work and pretending to be a happy go lucky person. I am sick and tired of things starting to get better and then something just comes up. I am sick to death of the fact that we did what everyone says to and get “good” jobs, only to find that it only makes life marginally better.
And I am really, really, really sick of rich people exploiting people who are already drowning and are desperate.
We don’t even have it worse than a great deal of other people, we don’t even have kids so I understand we are not as easy to sympathise with. But it’s hard.
Please, remember, most of us are only a few really unlucky weeks or month from abject poverty. The struggle is real.