I left home in my early twenties and plunged into a strange city.
With no backer and no way out, he earns a barely subsistence salary and pays rent that accounts for half of his income.
During the day, he pretends to be calm at the company, and at night, he breaks down alone in the rental house.
Overtime work, commuting, grievances, confusion, and loneliness are the normal conditions of life.
No one asked me if I was tired, and no one understood if it was difficult for me. I could only digest it late at night and get back on my feet before dawn.
This is the real daily life of an ordinary worker.
There is no counterattack, no cheating, just brokenness again and again and self-healing again and again.
Written to all the workers who are struggling in the city but never admit defeat——
You are not carrying it alone.
