Random fact and confession..
I'm dirt poor, embarrassingly so.....
I have barely enough food for a week and a negative bank balance, no incoming cash for at least a month, barely any weed
or chocolate..
Stressed to the max about cash and overdue bills and outstanding traffic fines, trying to get insurance to help me out but they are sooo freaking slow, centrelink don't understand the extreme poverty we're in, owe friends and family cash. Sometimes it's all too much and I collapse into a shaking mess.
but other times I'm happy. I can walk to most places from here, in a house instead of a cramped one bedroom flat, living with my best friend and protector, lots of garden to de-stress in, no more full-time work to kill my spirit, lots of room for creativity.
I'm torn between heaven and hell.