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Specifically I’ve been struggling a lot with my financial situation. I’m fairly deeply in debt and I know I can’t pay it off. And it’s not my fault.
I did everything right. I saved. I found ways to fund my education without borrowing. I had plans to make sure I could manage more than one career, even. And then, midway through, it all fell apart.
I got sick. I couldn’t get assistance, of any form. I couldn’t work, but because I’d been in school and at student aid jobs my whole life, I wasn’t eligible for disability. So I ended up borrowing money. Student loans, because I could manage to show up for one class a week and that was enough, and they were easy to get.
And I’m just frustrated. I hear all the talk about personal responsibility, and I just think “what does it matter?” Why do I have to pay all this money when all I wanted to do was keep myself housed and fed? I’m not making enough and probably never will, especially with my health still severely limiting what I can do.
And it’s PTSD from abuse that’s most of the problem. Something that someone else is responsible for, someone else who now has a good comfortable career and will probably spend his whole life never knowing or caring.
I just can’t get past it. I can’t get past that I’m “responsible” for the effects of someone else’s actions on my health. I’m losing my motivation to work, because what is it going to matter anyways when I’m shackled to thousands of debt? My plans to set up so that I could get a decent paying job are in ruins and I’m stuck barely making anything. I want to work, but I don’t want to watch my money go to people profiting off my misfortune.
I did everything right. I saved. I found ways to fund my education without borrowing. I had plans to make sure I could manage more than one career, even. And then, midway through, it all fell apart.
I got sick. I couldn’t get assistance, of any form. I couldn’t work, but because I’d been in school and at student aid jobs my whole life, I wasn’t eligible for disability. So I ended up borrowing money. Student loans, because I could manage to show up for one class a week and that was enough, and they were easy to get.
And I’m just frustrated. I hear all the talk about personal responsibility, and I just think “what does it matter?” Why do I have to pay all this money when all I wanted to do was keep myself housed and fed? I’m not making enough and probably never will, especially with my health still severely limiting what I can do.
And it’s PTSD from abuse that’s most of the problem. Something that someone else is responsible for, someone else who now has a good comfortable career and will probably spend his whole life never knowing or caring.
I just can’t get past it. I can’t get past that I’m “responsible” for the effects of someone else’s actions on my health. I’m losing my motivation to work, because what is it going to matter anyways when I’m shackled to thousands of debt? My plans to set up so that I could get a decent paying job are in ruins and I’m stuck barely making anything. I want to work, but I don’t want to watch my money go to people profiting off my misfortune.