I read a story today about a software engineer who once made $150,000 a year. Now? He’s living in a trailer, doing DoorDash, and selling his stuff online—800 job applications later, still no stable work.
That hit close to home.
Because I’ve been there too.
For the last year, I haven’t found proper work. Just cleaning jobs. Gigs. Scraps. After everything I’ve done. After all the hard labour jobs I took just to survive—injuries, exhaustion, and the silent grief of putting dreams on hold. I held off having kids because I was told to build a career first. I went back to school. Got into tech. Photography. Learned everything I could.
I did what they told us to do.
And yet here I am, 63, unhoused, still cleaning, still hustling, when I should be able to retire in dignity.
I have a child. I raised them on my own. I carry the weight of student debt, physical pain, and stress from being forced to live with family when there’s no other option. That stress breaks relationships, chips away at your health, your self-worth, your spirit.
And the gig economy? It’s a con. It’s not freedom—it’s just the illusion of choice while billionaires roll in dough built off our desperation.
This isn’t just my story. It’s the reality for countless people—especially women, single parents, older workers, and anyone the system doesn't deem “profitable” anymore.
We need to talk about it.
We need to demand change.
Because surviving isn’t the same as living.
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