I grew up poor and as an adult, my relationship with banks and money started off
crushing, depressing, fearful, …complicated. I’ve worked hard to unlearn the terrible habits you form when the family’s weekly grocery budget is $7.20 plus whatever spare change you can find in the playground. But those days are over and are not a reflection of my worth as a person.
This is something I still struggle with a lot. Our family is happy and loved and wants for nothing – yet even still, if we have a big bill or had to touch our emergency fund for any reason sometimes I can barely lift my head off the pillow and just want to crawl under the blankets and wait until my pay cheque comes in and I feel like a worthwhile human being again.
Your account balance is not a reflection of you, your soul, your spirit or your worth.