I know how you feel. Money comes and goes, but the only thing that has given me anything close to real peace is God and my personal relationship with Jesus. I know that may sound corny to some people, but honestly, my relationship with Jesus has helped me finally find some happiness in life.
Both of my parents passed away young — my stepdad at 63 and my mom at 59. My dad was very abusive and a heavy drinker. He was Puerto Rican, and my mom struggled with a lot of health issues. She never really went to the doctor because she was raising six kids while dealing with an abusive, alcoholic husband. Both of my parents also used drugs, so my childhood was wild.
I ran away at 14 and lived on the streets. I basically raised myself. Now I’m 37 and have been diagnosed with different mental health issues, but I don’t take the medication because it never helped me. It just made me sleep for days, and sometimes it felt like they wanted me dead with all those meds. I prefer more natural things.
I’ve been through a lot, from childhood all the way into adulthood, and it has been hard to find joy. But when I found Jesus and opened my heart, He became the one thing that truly brought me joy — besides my kids.