Post Covid my savings had been decimated because I had to use them to pay for help, after three injuries in one year. I was getting back on my feet, then Covid hit. Restrictions were eased and I started earning again, but due to the most incredible run of disasters, absolutely none of which were of my making for a change and now tighter restrictions have come in again, so the money has run out again. Up until two years ago I lived a very comfortable life because I worked bloody hard setting up a my business. No one is going on hols and most are working from home, so no business for me. It’s hard, but I know things will improve, so I have to hang on. I’m looking at mentoring from other business experts and working out how I can diversify. I have to keep going on, otherwise I’ll lose everything.
I keep in mind, I had a really horrendous childhood, was in a very abusive relationship and stalked for year after ending it. I then met my wonderful husband. We went through some horrendously bad times financially, almost losing our home, then got onto our feet. Then we were burned out of our home, because of our religion (NI)
I ended up having to go NC with the last member of the family that I had a relationship with. I lost my wonderful husband five years ago and went through serious depression. I’m now a 52 widow with an adult child with SN and I’ve been through a lot of shit and Covid is just another of those shitty times.
Through all the crap, I also had some amazing and wonderful times. That’s what life is, going through the crap, so we can enjoy the good times, though I know when you’re young, it’s harder to appreciate it. You need to remember, because nothing lasts forever, not even the bad stuff.