I have so many ideas.
So many dreams.
So many hopes.
So many things I want to do.
So much POTENTIAL.
But it’s so hard…
It’s hard getting a job when there are a million barriers. I’m still trying. I have casual work, which, to be honest, is nearly simply childminding. I do love the children I look after, but that is not a career. That is hardly a job. My brain is dying.
I want to work. I hate it when single mothers are portrayed as not wanting to work. Getting into the workforce is hard when you have minimal resources.
Take me. I have to work school hours, school days. Anything out of that is out of my reach. For many jobs, I need a car. That requires money. Money requires a job. Job requires a car. Car requires money. Money requires….You get it.
Meanwhile, food still needs to be put on the table.
It’s, excuse my French, shit.
It would help without the extra judgement and anti-single mother government measures.
I have so many million things I would like to do…….And none of them seem to be within my reach.