Leave my job and start writing full-time. I’m worried about doing that as I think the world would come tumbling down, I’d lose everything and become homeless and the last thing I want to do is live on the street. I can’t stand dirt and clutter as it is so I can’t imagine what it would be like to live in a doorway or in the woods days on end without bathing.
I need money. I need money to live, pay rent, put food on the table. I’m not sure that I can live on my social security because I have debts that I am slowly paying off. I’ve made a deadline with myself to finish paying all the debts by this time next year so that I can leave my job although it pains me to stay that long when I know that what I’m making barely