I wouldn’t spend most of my time stressing about not having enough money.
I would have a car.
I could always afford food.
I could make and get to doctors appointments.
I could actually get treatment for my multiple disabilities.
I wouldn’t have had to go off my meds because getting to a psychiatrist is an impossibility.
I would buy a new LEGO set every week to play with my child.
I would have enough furniture. I don’t have a couch or end tables or chairs. I have beds.
I would probably be stoned a lot because it’s Colorado and I have to under medicate because it’s expensive.
I would give money to friends so they wouldn’t have to freak out either.
I’d have new clothes that actually fit, from under clothes to coats.
I would have more than two pair of shoes. So would my child.
I would live in a safe neighborhood with good schools without having to sacrifice everything else to barely afford it.
I would have a gym membership.
I would have a babysitter.
My child would have his own cell phone.
I could afford to make friends and date and pay my own way instead of feeling like a burden.
I could have a life.
But I’m poor so that’s nothing but a dream.