What I Wish You Truly Understood About My (Exhausting) Life as an Online Writer
Because every word I write carries the weight of my heart and soul.
One more month.
Yet another crisis.
August fades away, only bringing an empty pocket (wallet) and a heavy heart filled with worry.
The bills pile up like a mountain ready to engulf me, while the fridge — quiet and chilly — only holds echoes of hunger.
An apple, half-consumed, resembles hope that was once enjoyable but turned sour.
And a bread with some slices of butter.
Aahh…not about dining — it’s about staying alive. Coins sound in my pocket, taunting me.
I am giving my all, but it always seems insufficient (maybe luck!?!). The world progresses, while I remain stagnant, engulfed by the anxiety of finances.
Look, let me be straight with you…
If you were able to step into my shoes for one day (only) you would understand. It’s a type of fatigue that sticks to you like gum, on the bottom of your shoe.
Every word I type… every single sentence I piece together… it drains me. Like, for real. But no one talks about that. They just see the words on the…
