My last apartment was very small and rundown, but I couldn’t move out of it, because of my financial situation as a single mom. I was depressed. This affected my children, which made me even sadder. It was a dark time for us.
My financial problems were overwhelming. They were all I thought about, and they became an incredible source of stress. I told myself that things weren’t so bad, but deep down, I was ashamed.
Eventually, I accepted my situation and asked for help. Although it was the right thing to do, reaching out for help was very difficult. A program for single mothers at a United Way agency helped us move into a new subsidized apartment. The effect on my family was almost immediate. Hide it as much as you want: If Mom isn’t happy, the kids aren’t either.