Yup, all of this and more.
You look grey, your skin is shit, your hair is lank.
You walk to a big supermarket with your £30 to do all of Christmas, toys, food, wrapping paper, cards, decorations. You see another woman buy a poinsettia and want to cry because theres just no way you could have something so pretty in your house and you simply cannot afford it. You sit outside the shop rejigging the money to see if you can buy a two quid poinsettia. No you cant.
Your asthma is never controlled but you tell your dr it's fine, because you simply cannot pay the prescription charge for an inhaler. You wheeze through the years.
Your only thought every day is christ I'm hungry. You dream of good food, bad food, any food.
You check any notices in any windows as you walk past, like the library has a coffee and cake morning, you go cos it's free, you hang around until the end and pray someone gives you a bit more cake, maybe the last of the cake, so you can take it home so your children get a bit of cake.
You oddly get fat, because you eat shite, dont move much because that requires energy you dont have. And your not too far from starvation levels.
Your kettle breaks, you cry because you dont know where you'll find a tenner for a new one, its water boiled in a pan until the 50p a week you have left most weeks reaches enough to buy a kettle and bus fares for getting the kettle (this was pre internet)
You'd catch the bus to town to buy your kettle and wish you had a few quid more to spend, look at the bargains and sigh with depression. You dont have any money spare to buy a coffee even.
When your fridge breaks, you just give up. Itll take years of saving your 50p a week, but it's also going to cost more in those years to buy milk daily.
I have always said, benefits is enough to live on, until you need an expensive item. When my fridge broke, I applied for an emergency loan from benefits, I got it and they took £6 a week off me until it was paid. I didnt have 6 quid spare. I went without something else instead. My abiding impression of being so very poor is always going without. If not food, electric, gas, we didnt have TV for a long time. I got caught by TV licensing and fined £300. I had to pay that at 1 pound a week. I could not afford to do that again.
Be this poor for long enough, it will fuck with your mind.
Oh and a good friend at the time, also as broke as me, her parents bought her TV licence. I cried that night. Sobbed into my pillow.
The depression from being so broke for so long takes years to go.