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I have lived in poverty all of my life. I starved for many years as a child (one of the reasons why I was removed from my home) and much into my youth/young adulthood. There was one year where I was working on a salary of 35K, and I felt like a queen. But those days have long since passed. I am not currently capable of holding a job, and have not been able to for the past 4 years.
I currently live on my own (as recommended by my therapist - due to a multitude of triggers surrounding roommates), but 80% of my benefits go towards rent. Bills take up the final 15% and I am left with approx >$90 to live on per month, if I'm lucky. I can live on $20/week.. I have made it happen and obviously managed to not starve to death. Or at least for the first half of the month. Then the money runs out; emergencies pop up, transportation costs to medical appointments are not covered by the government, bank fees are through the roof, and my cat needs to eat.
I sit here currently with empty cupboards, contemplating the effects that poverty has had on my life. Not only do we battle with insurmountable odds and pressure on us to "get better" and rejoin the work force; Some of us also have the financial and existential pressure of questioning where our next meal comes from.
It's difficult for me to even want to reconnect with employment. As I crunch numbers, I only find that I would literally have to make myself sick to afford what benefits have given me. There is no incentive to do this: 50% of what I will make is taken back by the government, I am not eligible for any school loans or credit; I am stuck.
Not sure where I am going with this. Consider it a depressive existential rant on the reality of a failing society that places no worth in those who cannot feed back into it, that makes the poor even poorer, for the sake of the rich.
And people wonder why every day is a struggle, at best.
I currently live on my own (as recommended by my therapist - due to a multitude of triggers surrounding roommates), but 80% of my benefits go towards rent. Bills take up the final 15% and I am left with approx >$90 to live on per month, if I'm lucky. I can live on $20/week.. I have made it happen and obviously managed to not starve to death. Or at least for the first half of the month. Then the money runs out; emergencies pop up, transportation costs to medical appointments are not covered by the government, bank fees are through the roof, and my cat needs to eat.
I sit here currently with empty cupboards, contemplating the effects that poverty has had on my life. Not only do we battle with insurmountable odds and pressure on us to "get better" and rejoin the work force; Some of us also have the financial and existential pressure of questioning where our next meal comes from.
It's difficult for me to even want to reconnect with employment. As I crunch numbers, I only find that I would literally have to make myself sick to afford what benefits have given me. There is no incentive to do this: 50% of what I will make is taken back by the government, I am not eligible for any school loans or credit; I am stuck.
Not sure where I am going with this. Consider it a depressive existential rant on the reality of a failing society that places no worth in those who cannot feed back into it, that makes the poor even poorer, for the sake of the rich.
And people wonder why every day is a struggle, at best.