I’M SINKING deeper and deeper into a quagmire of guilt and worry. The more I wallow in it, the tighter its grip becomes. I feel like I’m suffocating.
It’s 2017 and I’m R220 178 in the red. It’s all I can think about and it’s consuming my life. Every unknown number on my phone screen is a potential danger – either someone I owe money to or someone threatening legal action.
All three of my credit cards have been maxed out. I don’t have a cent to my name.
I go to the bank to see if they’ll give me more credit on my overdraft but they refuse – I’m too far in the red.
I have a panic attack as I walk back to the
