I have survived two death threats, a chronic illness (which, let’s face it, threatens to kill me every day), South Africa, depression, chronic-illness-induced Crazy, the mental breakdowns of loved ones, a job layoff, my parents’ concurrent layoffs when I was still financially dependent on them, several big city and land mass moves, and much more.
I still owe just under 10K in credit cards, I have 19K in student loans, about $600 in savings and $200-odd in the bank at any one time.
This is the best place I’ve been in, financially, in the last two years.
I’ve lived through some tough shit. I’m prepared for things to be worse.
I know that, in time, things get better. `Til then, I’ve got good friends and good food, and when the food runs out, friends and family band together to weather it out.
But no, it won’t be good times. Good stories, maybe. But not good times. I’m as prepared for that as I’m going to get.
Tonight, I baked diabetic-friendly sugar cookies.
They weren’t bad.
