Becca Mahar
Bio
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.
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My Depression in Poverty
The world is changing. Do you remember the days when things were affordable? You could live alone and still afford utilities, gas, food, and trips with friends and family. Those days were nice for me. I remember before COVID happened, I had a small, awful little basement apartment that I was paying a grand for, and I was getting paid I believe twelve an hour at a little local gift shop. It was the first time I was fully financially independent, I had money in my savings account, and I felt like I was on the right path for my finances and my happiness. Then, Covid happened. I got laid off and had to get a new job. It was a terrifying time. A new job, a pandemic, and losing physical contact with so many of my close friends. I was getting paid more, but did that help me?
By Becca Mahar2 years ago in Journal
Rocks
It’s always good for children to have a collection of something. It’s a way of finding out what sparks an interest in them, and what brings a smile to their face outside of the usual. Every child has had a collection of something, sometimes it carries over into adulthood. Maggie was no different in this aspect. Being a young child, she loved collecting rocks. Her parents didn’t know when it started, but they encouraged it because it got her to explore and learn about something new. Her parents asked her what about rocks made her interested, and her only reply was that they were pretty and nice.
By Becca Mahar4 years ago in Fiction
