We're refugees. Mother, I've had to leave behind the whole life we'd built due to war , and now, with a child again, we've been forced to leave the country where he was born. The financial strain is wearing us down mentally. I have a strong feeling there are entities feeding on our misery though we don't think of it much I'm so broken. We used to be deeply involved in this subject, really fascinated by it but now just financial misery and challenges of life keep us busy. But if loosh is what they feed on, they're getting plenty from us because it's hard to put into words how relentlessly life throws one challenge after another at us, day after day. At this point we're so worn down that we've almost stopped caring. We already brace ourselves for the next thing to go wrong. We live paycheck to paycheck, terrified of losing the rent and ending up on the street and meanwhile my husband has gone through the worst patch and that's why we suffer it's like his luck is a magnet unfortunately of challenges and everyone he calls a friend has somehow gotten ahead and gotten what we actually wanted precisely our desires it's so unreal as of something is torturing us. Is this what they call loosh is this what they farm from us ? submitted by /u/Wonderful_Month7490 [link] [comments]