There is so much going through my head that I cannot describe it. I need to get out of this job so badly it is killing me. I need a deeper, richer life. I cannot see or hear without a flood of imagery, thought, and memory. I obsess over money because I have always been poor. I grew up in a paycheck to paycheck world. Where I was always starving for more but lack of resources barred me from anything more than the scraps I received and treasured. Poverty is a prison that drowns out possibility and potential.