The few instances of working for myself were the happiest of my life. I've been miserable in every job I've ever had. In my 40 years of life, I've changed careers many times, accumulated multiple degrees, and really soul-searched what I could be happy doing. But getting any decent job feels utterly impossible. And I get, if the problem is every job, then the problem is me. Yes, I understand.
I still have 25 years of work ahead of me, and the thought completely depresses me. Hell, I haven't saved anything for retirement or own a home, so 25 years is a pipe dream.
All I hear is “suck it up” and “everyone hates working” but it doesn't feel like any way to live. I follow my passions outside of work to try and make up for the misery of work, but it seems to always drag me back down. I've tried therapy, multiple times.
Anyone find a way to deal with it?