I’ve been feeling really down lately about life. Mostly about my career and finances. I think I’m starting to realize that I will likely never be financially comfortable. That I will likely always be living paycheck to paycheck, constantly stressed about making ends meet, month to month. And that that will be my existence. That I will likely never afford to buy a house. That I will not have the luxury to retire. That anything like a health crisis, a broken down car, moving, would be financially ruinous for my foreseeable future. And that in order to move beyond survival, I will likely have to give up my hopes and dreams for my career. The cost of living keeps climbing up and up and wages stay stagnant or crawl upwards. I don’t know how much of this is depression talking, and before anyone says anything, yes I do go to therapy and talk about this. I think what this is, is me finally coming to terms that my current reality, may be a portrait of what my life will look like until my eventual death. And what makes me even more existential about all this, is that it’s not even a unique situation to be in. My story is just one of millions just like this in this country alone. An epidemic of people trapped in unending poverty despite working a full time job.
Also, I promise this is not a cry for help, just simply venting and hoping some people here can relate or not feel alone in their struggle.