Welcome to PsychCentral, OneDay.

It will be okay in the end. I went out on my own in 1983 to mid-1985 and my income dropped a third and was below what I needed to live on. I was sure I was going to end up on the street. My therapist, whom I didn't pay much to begin with was getting ready to kick me out for nonpayment, etc. and I was quite worried/afraid I'd hit bottom only that there'd be no bottom there for me and I'd just do free-fall.

I still have one of my journals from that time and I remember working on remembering the way I was feeling and what was going on as I figured if I ever got out and then later in life had troubles, it would stand me in good stead so I wouldn't worry as much. Of course, that hasn't happened, that I don't worry as much :-)