
I wake up every morning with a pit in my stomach. I’m 70 years old, living on Social Security, and most days it feels like my entire life has been reduced to a math problem I can’t solve.
I bring in just under $2,500 a month before taxes. On paper, that probably looks decent compared to others. Some people online remind me of that—pointing out they get by on less. And I know they’re right. But numbers don’t tell the whole story. Because beneath every bill, every dollar shaved away from my savings, there’s this gnawing fear I can’t shake: What happens when it’s gone?
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