Any concern for the future has been replaced by a persistent desire to blow off all my funds.
If you had told me that being poor would be the most expensive thing I have ever experienced, I wouldn’t have believed you.
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.
I had never been unemployed in my adult life up to that point. I had no clue what to do.