If you had told me that being poor would be the most expensive thing I have ever experienced, I wouldn’t have believed you.
Over the past two years, I have given my mother $10,000.
Six months after my last job, there was still nothing on the horizon.
I can no longer afford fruits but sometimes I do treat myself to bananas when I’m feeling particularly rich.
My depression snuck up on me — and cost me my job.
People assume that everyone who is disabled gets financial assistance, and that’s far from the truth. Just like anyone else, we generally have to work.
As someone who has been making media for almost fifteen years, I have not yet made a full-time living from my own creative work.
I had never been unemployed in my adult life up to that point. I had no clue what to do.
I tried so hard to hide the resentment and worry I felt whenever a joint expense came up. But he knew.