You know. I get why people just fucking snap. Working youre fucking hardest, doing labor intensive jobs while disabled and being told "youre not even trying" or "obviously something has to change" when blood sweat and tears is all that goes into living rn. I dont enjoy life right now. I am off of all meds, none of our bills can be paid. Our landlord is quite literally applying fees for fun now (pay or get out is a fun say to thing to your tenant btw).
However theres a strange sense of peace knowing you've worked your hardest and that you cant change it any further. All of our funds go to bills. We spent roughly $100 on groceries last month.... including toiletries and pet care.... the rest went to bills. And its not even enough. God forbid you don't get paid on a biweekly basis.
So onto the next chapter. Doing what makes us happy rather than what youre suppose to do. Fingers crossed traveling will do good for the soul.















