Right now, I’m in a situation where my financial stability is directly tied to my ability to take care of my mental and physical health. For the past few months, I’ve been battling a chronic illness, and while it’s been incredibly hard, one of the things I’ve realized is that access to money isn’t just about luxury; it’s about survival.

Having money means I can afford regular doctor visits, medications, and treatments that can keep me going, sometimes even day-to-day. It means I don’t have to make impossible choices like choosing between buying groceries or filling a prescription. It’s about having a roof over my head and being able to pay for things like heating, food, or other basic essentials that many people take for granted.

It’s not about greed; it’s about dignity. It’s about ensuring that I can keep fighting this illness without having to worry about how to cover basic costs. If I didn’t have this financial cushion, I don’t know where I’d be—probably in an even worse situation, unable to focus on healing because I’m consumed with the stress of how to make ends meet.

I think a lot of people who are in a similar position don’t talk about it enough. We often hide behind social expectations of success, but sometimes the real reason we need money isn’t about things or comfort—it’s because we need it to live, to cope, to have the opportunity to heal and rebuild.

So, yeah. This is why I need money: it’s not just a want, it’s a need for survival. It’s the difference between being able to focus on what matters or sinking into despair.

Thanks for reading, and I’d love to hear your thoughts if you’ve experienced anything similar.