I am so unbelievably sick and fucking tired of being broke.

I work my ass off. I show up exhausted. I push through pain, illness,depression, crippling anxiety, stress, burnout, and the kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix… just to barely break even every single month!

Tell me how people are supposed to survive when groceries cost a kidney, rent acts like it owns your soul, and somehow working 40-50+ hours a week still leaves you staring at your bank account like it personally betrayed you.

At this point, payday feels less like “making money” and more like briefly holding it before every bill in America forms a conga line straight through my checking account.

And the worst part? You’re expected to smile through it. Stay positive. Hustle harder. Drink water. Manifest abundance.

Sir, I cannot manifest my way out of paying $8 for butter.

I don’t want luxury. I want to buy groceries without doing math like I’m cracking the Da Vinci Code. I want one month where nothing “unexpected” happens. I want to rest without feeling guilty for not being productive every waking second of my existence.

Because this constant survival mode? It’s exhausting.

And honestly, if hard work alone made people financially stable, half of us would be millionaires by now.