Ana Wilde

4 Sept 26

Working remotely from home, full-time, in regional WA, while being a mom to a toddler, a wife and an immigrant is no joke.

Goodness me. How did I get here. Knee deep in debt and work responsibilities. Feeling paralysed from all the stress. My nervous system is fucked. Me time? That’s a long lost luxury.

I just need the debt to disappear. Oh how that would take the pressure off.

And actually allow me to change jobs and do something so much more fulfilling and less taxing.

And most important thing of all, allow me to spend the precious time I so desperately desire, with my toddler.

I hate that I have to dismiss her, because I have to work to pay the debts that we’ve accumulated.

I hate letting her have screen time and not seeing her surrounded by family, culture and the small things that make your own country HOME.

I hate that I’m neglecting myself and everyone and everything around me, because I’m so deep in this. It almost feels like there’s no way out.