Comment by LAC-Tech

I had less and less sympathy for the author the more I read.

Your life was easy. A constant stream of people willing to offer you places to stay, and you had zero trouble finding work. That was not my experience being poor - I remember a constant stream of rejections from supermarkets and hardware stores. And I was sober to boot.

Having no vehicle, she had to borrow the friend's bicycle and ride 30 minutes in the dark before work, and 30 minutes in the sweltering heat after work home

Couldn't read any more after this. 11 year old children literally do this to get to school, laughing and chatting.

Your life was incredibly easy and you still fucked it up.