When I was 17 or so I took care of an increasingly disabled parent so money was non-existent because she couldn’t work, and we were always staving off foreclosure on our crappy house and having problems with bills. Then I moved into an overpriced apartment when we finally lost the house (and got no money for it but that’s another story). I did sales from home to pay the rent and wasn’t good at it and doing cold-calling when you might get an eviction notice in a few days if you don’t sell something is incredibly stressful, sales by itself puts a knot in most peoples’ stomach. We got two eviction notices at that crappy apartment and barely were able to pay them off. Things have been better for the last year or so, but whenever I had money problems or the rent was about to come due I’d have a nightmare that I was back in my old house living all happy like nothing was wrong and then I realized the rent on my apartment was two months overdue and the mortgage was about to be foreclosed on like I’d just forgotten for a month and it hit me at once and I didn’t know if my stuff would even be in the apartment anymore or whether I’d been evicted. The most horrible panic washed over me, then I’d wake up.
Same nightmare every time.
I’m glad I haven’t had it in a long time now.