I don't know what to write about today because there are so many things going on in my personal life, I'm having a hard time separating that from these supposed mini art pieces where I am not supposed to be using it as a diary of sorts. But things the past week and a half have been kind of scary, I think I finally know what it's like to be in true poverty. I've been poor for a long time, but the past week and a half I've been experiencing real poverty. It's exhausting. Between being hungry all the time, and being at a low energy point in the cycle that is the chronic illness inevitable fate. I'm ready for a large meal and a nap.
I think the good thing is that this level of poverty I will not sit on for much longer. I think about the fact that others are not this lucky, that the next paycheck after two weeks is going to put me back on track. Not everyone is quite so lucky, many people have to pick between food, shelter, and healthcare (sometimes life saving drugs like Insulin). I think about how lucky I am to have even the little bit of a fallback in friends and family, because not everyone has that fallback.
This was not a political post, but of course it ended this way. Vote in the 2018 election, and push those democrats to adopt a much more progessive platform then they are currently holding. We need people who are working full time to not feel like one mistake or accident would cost them their security in life.