No One’s Job Is to Rescue You — And That’s a Good Thing
When I read my mom’s text, my stomach dropped. She said she’d “worked her whole life to give me everything I needed” and now it was her time. I was drowning in debt—how could she just say that?
I called her, frustrated. “I’m struggling, and you’re living it up. I need help.”
She responded gently but firmly: “I love you, but handing you money won’t fix this. You need to learn how you got here.”
At first, I felt betrayed. But she offered something better: real help. Budgeting. Support. Accountability. We sat down weekly, went over my spending, made a plan. I got a side hustle. Cut out extras. Tracked everything.
For the first time, I felt in control.
And my perspective shifted. I stopped resenting her joy and started earning my own. She didn’t abandon me—she empowered me.
Her lesson? No one’s job is to rescue you. When you save yourself, the victory is real. And if you’re drowning too? You can swim to the surface. Start now.
