I feel guilty about doing too well now. We're not there yet but it blows my mind. I can't comprehend what you could possibly spend everything on. Our living expenses would be covered at 2.5, 5 would be great, and we could reach 7 by our mid-30s.

Half of me can't comprehend the abundance, the other half still worries if it'll be enough or if we'll even reach it. Whenever I see family, friends, or even strangers struggling, I feel sad. I want to take away their pain and give them what I have. I think only $10k to relieve your current suffering? What a small price to pay for your well-being and happiness.

It seems most people and my husband could care less, but I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like there's always some type of loud static or roaring in my brain and it hurts- like there's something very wrong, like I'm living in a horror movie. I can thankfully ignore it most of the time but I hope the pain can stop someday.