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Hey there.
I’m dealing with a massive problem right now and I honestly feel like I’m hitting a dead end. Sometimes I just feel completely worthless, like there’s no way out of this hole. I don't even know what's going on with me anymore. For almost three years straight, I haven't been able to get my career off the ground. I’ll find a job, feeling all happy and pumped to start, but then after a tiny bit of time, something just shuts me down. I can't bring myself to show up. Because of that, obviously, my finances are a total wreck. And look, I am not lazy—if I were lazy, I’d actually be enjoying staying home. Instead, I literally fall apart every single time I miss work, and I just blow my own chances. It’s killing my marriage, too. My husband is struggling to carry the entire financial load by himself, but at the same time, I get this vibe that he doesn't really want to help me climb out of this mess. His "solution" is for us to move in with his parents, which is basically a guaranteed ticket to a total mental breakdown for me. Living there with everything I'm going through would mean zero privacy and zero chance to just breathe and deal with my issues in peace. I don't even know who to turn to anymore. Everything is just spiraling.
I’m dealing with a massive problem right now and I honestly feel like I’m hitting a dead end. Sometimes I just feel completely worthless, like there’s no way out of this hole. I don't even know what's going on with me anymore. For almost three years straight, I haven't been able to get my career off the ground. I’ll find a job, feeling all happy and pumped to start, but then after a tiny bit of time, something just shuts me down. I can't bring myself to show up. Because of that, obviously, my finances are a total wreck. And look, I am not lazy—if I were lazy, I’d actually be enjoying staying home. Instead, I literally fall apart every single time I miss work, and I just blow my own chances. It’s killing my marriage, too. My husband is struggling to carry the entire financial load by himself, but at the same time, I get this vibe that he doesn't really want to help me climb out of this mess. His "solution" is for us to move in with his parents, which is basically a guaranteed ticket to a total mental breakdown for me. Living there with everything I'm going through would mean zero privacy and zero chance to just breathe and deal with my issues in peace. I don't even know who to turn to anymore. Everything is just spiraling.