Last year I raised my family above poverty for the first time. A few years prior to that I: -Had fleas -Had feral rats in my home -Was on food stamps -Ate food the gas station threw away -Had a family member abducted and raped by a crime family’s son Been a long road.
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Do you know how humiliating it is to have fleas? I sure do. So does my wife. We struggled hard and stuck together because no one else was gonna pull us out. Our own families abandoned us. Fake friends turns their backs on us when we couldn’t afford to help them out anymore.
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Got my masters degree five years ago and left California. Never looked back. Worked hard at multiple jobs, stacking up cash to reach the poverty line. Had two kids along the way, and my wife stays home with them. Cash means nothing if the kids don’t have healthy attachment.
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Finally climbed above poverty last year. First time. It’s like conquering a mountain. Now I don’t have fleas. I talk with
@IvanThrone and@ChroniclesNate about my next financial steps. There’s no stopping now, gotta keep my kids free of this financial slavery.Show this thread -
Wherever you’re at, if you’re struggling or lost or afraid or even if you have fleas, there’s a way through. It may be damned hard work, but life exists on the other side. Don’t ever stop.
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When I was young I believed I had to earn love by being perfect. That I was unworthy of people helping me. I worried everyone would abandon me. I healed, clawed my way out. I became a therapist to help others. And I wrote this guide for insecure people:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S33YGJZ/
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