This may appear to be someone else's story but it's not. It's mine. When the 2008 recession hit, I lost my job, my apartment, everything. I was pregnant, too. I tried to find work doing anything and I sent out over 350+ applications. No one wanted me. There were no jobs.

After I lost everything, and was living in abject poverty for a few years (my child and I lived on $10,000 a year) I was so scared to buy things, even things I needed for my child or for myself. Sometimes when I watched people eat, I was afraid that there would be nothing for me. I began to feel that I didn't deserve food.

I know other people have had a much harder time than me, but that doesn't erase the damage done to my mind. The fear. I will never forget that fear. I did not grow up poor. The recession of 2008 taught me poverty. And before the recession, I had a dream life. I was not rich at all, but I had a job, the sun, the California dream.

The scars are with me still. Every time I have to buy a tube of toothpaste or a stick of deoderant, I am afraid to spend that money. It has been over ten years since this happened, and I still feel afraid. As I read more and more stories of mothers and fathers about to be thrown out to the streets because they cannot pay their mortgage, I know that it could have been me again. For me this time was different. I found crypto.

So, the billionaires have won. They will continue to get bailed out to save their yachts and mansions.........but Pandora's box has finally been opened and no longer will the peasants not know their power. Wallstreetbets might have waned slightly over the last few days, but it now knows its own strength. The world will never be the same again.