I've been very poor. I know what it is like. I lived in a garage full of mice and stink bugs. I used to look at the quail outside my window and imagine eating them because I was hungry. It was free so I could live on very little that way.
I really wanted to work but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to do retail or fast food. I also didn't think I could work in an office or do much of anything. I was depressed and scared and did not feel capable of even full-time work.
I took a job, at the suggestion of one of those government career center places, that had me work only when someone else called in sick. I did my job to the best of my ability. It turned out I enjoyed it, too. I liked getting out there, out of my head, out of my garage and meeting other people. It was fun. I worked with people who had mental disabilities. I thought I would hate that kind of work, but I actually enjoyed it. I only made $7.50 an hour but it was enough.
One day I suggested to my supervisor that if more regular work was available I would be interested. She gave me a full-time job. I really enjoyed that. I saved and earned enough for my very own apartment. That was one of the happiest times of my life living in my own apartment. I had always wanted to have my very own apartment. I felt so good about myself.
Get a job. Get any job. Be honest with yourself if you don't want a full-time, high-stress job. Find something lower stress. Then see where it leads you. It may turn out to lead you to some real happiness.
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