Category: money
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Hold on tight
I’ve been ill so much these last 4 weeks that sadness and frustration are creeping in and my anxiety is doing it’s best to convince me I’ll never feel better again. So instead of worrying (so hard as it’s what I naturally do), I want to list the good things in my life. I have…
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Surviving parent guilt
Since my Dad died, I’ve come across new things. Like crippling grief. Grief that looks and feels like 80 feet waves pummelling me, tumbling me, confusing and frightening me. Grief like that. Grief that – like waves – doesn’t let you come up for air. It doesn’t stop for a second so you can’t stop.…
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Obligated
I feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders and OMG IT IS PAINFUL. It’s too heavy! IT’S JUST TOO FUCKING HEAVY!!! This is what I’m carrying: Responsibility for my Mom since my Dad passed away and THEY SPENT ALL THEIR FUCKING MONEY in 2 years. ALL OF IT. I just don’t understand!!! (Or maybe…
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The time a homeless man gave me money
I’ve had enough of hurting, I’ve had enough of crying so today, let’s go back to 2008 and re-visit a memory that makes me smile, ok? I had moved back to Perth (woohoo) while still married to my first husband to go back to Uni. We’d searched like maniacs for an apartment for me and…