I was forced through University by my parents. Threatened with violence if I dropped out and pursued my dreams.
Eventually moved out, started properly pursuing my dreams as a musician/artist. Still managed to finish my 2 degrees.
I received possibly the best vocation I could ask for as a result of my degrees. I like what my job stands for. I like the positive difference I make in the world (I work in mental health).
But my days are dedicated to work. I’m too tired to do anything productive with my art. Gradually, I have slipped into a depression. All I want to do is something creative. I’m not even saving much money with this job.
I just want to do my art for me, but work is stopping me from properly realising my potential. But then how will I make money? Art isn’t providing a living, just some nice pocket money.
I don’t know what to do.
I feel stuck
Is this what working life is?
Depression until our death, leading unfulfilled lives?