Hear me out.
You don't have to face being orphaned by situations that caused you to leave the house and have your family disappear flat on you - dumping a lawsuit letter back in the old house where you supposedly stayed "happy".
You don't have to pay the big fat debts amounting to almost 25K on your own - or have your partner to do it with you sacrificing his or her own pocket money to help shoulder the weight with you.
You don't have to think about money constantly 24/7. You spend what you earn or you save whatever you can.
You don't have to live with the mistake of being a filial daughter to a mother who didn't deserve a single bit of your filial piety.
You don't have to be emotionally scarred by the pain of knowing you've been orphaned. Alone.
And possibly disowned.
And possibly not even remembered.
Or even missed.
Or even missed.
I do. And I do not feel sorry for you if you have had a bad hair day or broke a nail. Or even tell me you're broke because you can't shop.
I am 24 this year. And all of the above? Just happened to me since the beginning of August last year.
I have not felt freedom from the debt chains for a year. And it is still ongoing.
In fact. I grew up too old too fast this year.
And I feel sorry for myself sometimes. But I tear myself away from that depression for a months now.
Some would say I brought it onto myself. That karma finally latched itself for the cruel things I've done to people I -unfortunately- do not give a fuck about back then and right now.
Honestly? I feel that even though karma wants my head, Jesus came to follow behind me. Pushing me to walk even though I'm walking to a painful path ahead.
I don't know what lies in front.
But I know Jesus did His way by saving me.
He saved me by allowing me to accept Christ.
So yeah. I am broke. I've debts.
I'm no longer able to even pay for my own meals.
But Jesus gave me something that nobody would understand unless they accept it.
Faith.
I'm blessed everyday with His love and grace.
He is almighty and wonderful.
Amen.