I am looking forward to some routine now that our children here in Scotland are back to school.
Not having to worry about my daughter being fed during the day and how I am going to keep her entertained now the summer holidays are over.
I feel selfish even thinking this way but life is just so hard.
On Wednesday my brother is getting married, unfortunately I am not able to go due the cost of traveling, smart clothes and other expenses. Last night as I sat thinking about this I found myself writing my thoughts. So below I share this writing which is something I rarely talk about. But please enjoy.
I sit here in near darkness,
In the comfortof my home,
But standing in the room, dressed in high victorian clothes,
Standing, chatting, drinking,
are people I don't know,
I try to be respectful,
In the corner where I sit,
with the ticking of my clocks disstracting me a bit,
Then I catch my thoughts a bit,
I'm really here alone,
My mind plays odd tricks on me,
It has done all my life,
That's why I sit here all alone,
No friends, no company, no wife.
For me
Low income = financial insecurity
Cost of living = food insecurity
Interest rates rising = Home insecurity.
Increase in fuel costs= Further insecurity, cold winters, less travel in my car, less cooked meals .
All this creates serious anxiety for me when I begin to plan for my future.
We have the right to plan for our future, but when you are desperately trying to keep your head above the water on a daily basis its very hard to think ahead.
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What's on my mind lately is the economic mess the country is in. Not only is it enough of an issue that we are going cold hungry and unwashed, but the knock-on effect of increased "everything else" is a huge worry for us.
In April when my current tenancy ends, we face the prospect of a rent increase based on the cost of living for all. I'm dreading this more than anything else. Faced with having to pay the rent increase or move I simply don't have the energy to deal with that. When your backs against the wall and there's no safety net for people like us, where am I meant to turn?