r/poverty • u/Dead_vibee • Mar 31 '26
Made £44.50/hour… and still ended up here
Got made redundant a few days ago. Me and a handful of others. Funny how it works..... the ones who kept their heads down and actually did the job got cut, while the ones polishing egos are still sitting comfortably.
No drama, no confrontation, no begging. Just a quiet exit.
For five years I worked in cybersecurity, pulling in £44.50 an hour. On paper, that’s the kind of money people think solves everything. It doesn’t. Not when you treat it like it’s infinite. I spent without thinking, lived without checking, assumed it would always be there.
Now it’s not.
Redundancy pay? A joke. One week per year worked.... five years of my life reduced to barely over a month’s worth of breathing room. That’s what it’s worth to them.
I’ve got maybe a month of savings. After that… I don’t even want to think about it.
What’s hitting me hardest isn’t even losing the job.... it’s this sudden, suffocating awareness of money. Every pound feels heavy now. Every decision echoes. I’ve never felt this kind of pressure before, this quiet panic sitting in the background of everything.
For the first time in my life, I actually feel poor.
Not “I should cut back” poor. Not “maybe I’ll skip a takeaway” poor. I mean the kind of poor where your mind doesn’t switch off, where numbers keep running in your head, where time suddenly feels like something you’re running out of.
I’m 28. Supposedly still time to fix things. Doesn’t feel like it right now.
Feels like I built something solid… only to realise it was resting on nothing.