I know mental health issues and suicide attempts correlate much more strongly with folks lower on the socioeconomic ladder, but when I was poor I was too busy to be depressed in the same way I am today. Now my life is far easier, yet also somehow much more depressing.

having grown up extremely poor, I agree with this sentiment.

But it's also more than that. I hate using this word but I think it applies here.

Poor people don't have to the privilege to stop and whine.

- When I was a teenager I had a flat tire and the spare was flat. I knew of a tire shop a few miles down the road so I pulled the tire off my vehicle and walked it the several miles to the shop. The shop was closed because the guy had called in sick. It was another 15 miles to town, so I started the walk. Thankfully someone took pity on me and picked me up after a couple of miles.

- When I first graduated college I didn't have a working vehicle but got a job miles from the house. I would leave around 3am and walk for 5 hours to be there at 8am, then hitch a ride home. I did this until I could afford a bicycle, which I had for about a month before someone stole and I was back to walking.

- I know a woman who recently (w/i the last 2-3 years) was talking about how when her vehicle broke down one night she ended up having to walk 12 miles back into town.

For poor people there's this hard wall where if you stop it's akin to laying down and dying, the results are catastrophic. So you do what you must. People who are not poor often don't understand how it is that someone can't or won't take the time to talk to a therapist about trauma. They can't afford it either in time or money.