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I originally intended to stay quiet and not post anything—but honestly, I don't care anymore. I’m here to see if I can pull any actual, intelligent advice from this thread or maybe figure out what I can do to improve my situation.
Lately, there's been this persistent, low-level feeling dragging me down—I won't go so far as to give it a clinical label, but to put it bluntly: it's total emptiness. I'm stuck in a job I absolutely loathe, all my hobbies are effectively on indefinite hold... and I find myself constantly stuck in this mental loop, obsessively rewinding the tape and wallowing in nostalgia, thinking about how much better things used to be.
To give you some context: the career I actually enjoyed—working in the hospitality and tourism industry—has essentially vanished due to the pandemic. Even my hobbies have dried up; I used to play recreational basketball with a regular group, but that's gone too. My other passion was amateur acting—there are still some local community theater plans floating around for a revival, but for now, there is absolutely nothing happening.
The worst part is the delayed realization—I’m constantly looking back and seeing just how much better my previous life was, especially regarding the work I did. I feel this void opening up inside me, and I have no idea how to fill it, what to pursue, or how to rebuild myself. Being unemployed for a long stretch was mentally taxing enough, but being trapped in this current job—which doesn't suit my personality even one percent—is significantly worse. I am literally dreaming about work when I'm not working, which is exhausting, yet I have zero other options because finding decent employment in America right now feels nearly impossible.
To make matters worse, I completely miscalculated my timeline for traveling. I had this "we'll deal with it later" attitude, thinking it would be an easy step outside my comfort zone—even regarding looking for work abroad—and now I'm plagued by guilt, compounded by the sheer uncertainty of when this whole COVID mess will finally end (not that anyone actually knows).
I honestly feel like I'm the only one left stranded in this "hopelessness," because almost everyone I know seems to have their jobs, their social circles... everything is back to normal for them.
I'm constantly dealing with this sense of incompleteness and those "bad butterflies" in my stomach, and I have no clue how to manage it—especially since things are incredibly awkward within my own family right now (though I won't get into that).
How do I change this narrative and actually adapt to the reality of the situation?
Lately, there's been this persistent, low-level feeling dragging me down—I won't go so far as to give it a clinical label, but to put it bluntly: it's total emptiness. I'm stuck in a job I absolutely loathe, all my hobbies are effectively on indefinite hold... and I find myself constantly stuck in this mental loop, obsessively rewinding the tape and wallowing in nostalgia, thinking about how much better things used to be.
To give you some context: the career I actually enjoyed—working in the hospitality and tourism industry—has essentially vanished due to the pandemic. Even my hobbies have dried up; I used to play recreational basketball with a regular group, but that's gone too. My other passion was amateur acting—there are still some local community theater plans floating around for a revival, but for now, there is absolutely nothing happening.
The worst part is the delayed realization—I’m constantly looking back and seeing just how much better my previous life was, especially regarding the work I did. I feel this void opening up inside me, and I have no idea how to fill it, what to pursue, or how to rebuild myself. Being unemployed for a long stretch was mentally taxing enough, but being trapped in this current job—which doesn't suit my personality even one percent—is significantly worse. I am literally dreaming about work when I'm not working, which is exhausting, yet I have zero other options because finding decent employment in America right now feels nearly impossible.
To make matters worse, I completely miscalculated my timeline for traveling. I had this "we'll deal with it later" attitude, thinking it would be an easy step outside my comfort zone—even regarding looking for work abroad—and now I'm plagued by guilt, compounded by the sheer uncertainty of when this whole COVID mess will finally end (not that anyone actually knows).
I honestly feel like I'm the only one left stranded in this "hopelessness," because almost everyone I know seems to have their jobs, their social circles... everything is back to normal for them.
I'm constantly dealing with this sense of incompleteness and those "bad butterflies" in my stomach, and I have no clue how to manage it—especially since things are incredibly awkward within my own family right now (though I won't get into that).
How do I change this narrative and actually adapt to the reality of the situation?