I've name changed for this post, because I'm mortified to admit that my in twenties and early thirties I got myself in a mountain of credit card debt - 70k at its worst. I had a small mortgage on an average house, didn't run a car or go on expensive holidays, but it was all the little things that added up to way beyond my means - nights out, good food, nice furniture, beauty products, an insane amount of clothes, etc. I had low self-esteem, no self-control, and was living the life I thought I deserved, not the one my modest salary allowed.
To this day, I haven't told a soul IRL about the mess I got myself into, bar a couple of close family members. I was known by friends and colleagues as the one who had my life sorted...if only they knew the truth!
I'm in my late forties now and debt-free, thanks to a massive reality check and many years of sacrifice. My bathroom needs replacing and I'm due some expensive dental work, yet I won't get either until I've saved. The thought of getting in debt again drives my anxiety through the roof, especially now I'm a parent. If it's not utterly essential I have the self-control to wait, because nothing is worth more than my peace of mind.
It's reassuring to read that budgeting is taught in schools these days because it certainly wasn't when I was growing up. Neither is it something my parents ever addressed with me in my formative years. When my mum learned of my predicament her response was, "I never got taught that either, yet I never got into debt." That may be so, but I intend to do my damndest to make my DC financially literate in the hope they won't get into the financial mess that I did.
Disclaimer - I know, of course, that some people have no choice but to get into debt to cover the bare bones of living and I realise that the solution for many isn't as simple as a change of mindset. Anyone who is in debt for those reasons gets no judgment from me - I reserve the harshest judgment for myself.