It’s 3:20 in the morning. I’m not tired, but I don’t feel like doing anything either. Just… stuck.

If you’re up reading this right now—maybe you’re in that same place. Awake, worried, wondering what’s next.

I’ve seen it all on Reddit—people out of work for months, even years. Talented, qualified, but forced to take whatever job will pay the bills, even if it has nothing to do with what they love or trained for. People applying to hundreds, even thousands of jobs—and hearing nothing back. Not even a “no.” Just silence.

I’ve always thought Universal Basic Income was a smart idea. But now? It feels essential.
There are over 7.1 million people out there, unemployed. Wandering. Waiting. Wondering. And it wears you down. You start feeling like you don’t belong anywhere. Like you’re less than. Like you’re not worthy of stability, or joy, or rest.

We’ve got a trip planned for July, and I’m trying so hard to convince myself I deserve it. That I need it.
And deep down, I know I do. But it doesn’t feel like it.

If you’re reading this, I’m praying for you. Seriously. Keep going.
What else can we do—but hold on and try again tomorrow?