Me!
Until I was 26 I only earned £8k-12k per year. Partly due to poor career choices and crappy jobs, for example studying a music degree then walking into a NMW job in retail afterwards as I wasn’t sure what else to do and my mum was dying. And partly due to ill health, have a chronic pain disability that needed a lot of time off work sick for odd days here and there which meant I wasn’t able to get any other job due to my sick record. Due to the time off and running out of sick pay in crappy jobs I got into debt and went bankrupt at 24 with £6k of debt as I couldn’t see myself ever paying it off and I was sinking deeper into debt with the repayments.
However, I had a strong idea I wanted a job somehow helping people. And I volunteered in those kind of roles from nineteen onwards so had a lot of voluntary part time experience under my belt. Applied to do a social work masters at 24 which took two years full time. It was hard, incredibly hard, I was grieving my mum and in a lot of physical pain and I had to work full time alongside full time placement and academic work. I’m not exaggerating sadly when I say I worked eighty hours per week for a solid year of that two year period, placement during the day and my fast food job at night until 1am most weeknights and all day on a weekend, then writing essays until 3am before being back up at 6am to do it all over again. Sixteen hour workdays.
I got through it and qualified and ended up working for the NHS who are a fab employer, worked hard and my health stabilised a little, work funded some training for me for a role in my team and I ended up going from:
£8k per year straight from undergrad
£12k during my masters
£18k in my first post qualifying job
£22k the next job up
£26k during training
And finally, now, £37k. Which rises to £44k within the next three years due to nhs banding.
A few years ago after several long term relationships with guys who weren’t ambitious or career driven I met my OH who was training to be a doctor and then qualified. We got together and started saving and amassed enough for a house deposit while renting, without any help financially from anyone. Bought our first house this year, household income is £80k and will rise with his career progression.
I’ve gone from living in grotty house shares, struggling to find £2 change to put in my car to get home from work at 2am to having a house, savings, a good income, and a successful career. Along the way dealing with depression, a severe chronic pain disability, and grief (lost my mother when I was 22), bankruptcy and family estrangement. And I’m so glad it was hard won, and wasn’t something I expected to happen or took for granted. I always assumed I’d only end up doing NMW jobs forever, I volunteered purely cos I knew I wanted and needed to and it was only by chance and someone mentioning the social work masters that I looked into it and applied. Which really was the key to a good career and income and one of the best things I’ve ever done. Those two years of absolute hell paid off big time!
Having said all that, I don’t know how useful it is to you as there’s absolutely no way I’d have been able to have put the hours into that course and qualified with a child, simple wouldn’t have been doable without a rich partner as I couldn’t afford not to work full time on top of the full time course (and I don’t mean ‘full time’ academics, it was 50% full time work in very demanding draining roles). I couldn’t have been out the house from 8am-2am every day with a child. I’m so glad I waited to have kids until I was stable financially and professionally, we’re expecting our first now.
Not in a nasty way, but the odd friend has said unprompted that they can’t believe I’m where I am now given where I started off and asked me what my secret is or expressed surprise. I think it’s a combination of luck and hard work. Luck that certain opportunities were available to me when they were (I was in the last cohort of the masters programme where everyone got a bursary and fees paid, only £500 per month bursary but better than nothing, a year later I’d have been screwed as I couldn’t have self funded), hard work that I decided no matter what I was gonna throw myself into them and however hard things got (and you have no idea how hard they got) I wouldn’t quit because I needed to make the most of every opportunity that came my way. I just didn’t see failure as an option.
I think qualifying in a profession is a good thing to explore if you’re able to and willing to put in the work. You can do nursing as an undergrad with an access course for example.