So this isn't a drug post, though make no mistake I rely on drugs to get by on this topic. This post is much more fundamental in it's relevance to basic survival and I hope that the good people of bluelight can offer some equally good advice.
You see, I am an overworked American drone. 60 hours a week, 10 hours a day (12 if you count transit). My mind and soul are rotting. I have no time for family, friends, personal projects, self improvement, furthered education, exercise, cooking or even household chores. I am depressed,miserable and run down. I'm not even doing a job I even vaguely enjoy, in fact the only reason I do it at all is because it pays better than minimum wage and I live in the western money pit of the US (CA) .
Now I would gladly quit if I could but I have rent to pay and I have no (formal) education/ work experience in any field I would like to go into. Nor do I have time to develop these things while at my current job. I know what I want to do for a living (writing/drawing) yet It seems I am too trapped in the maze of the rat race to tend to my body and soul. The result is rapidly degenerating mental, physical and spiritual health with no end in sight and no way out. I try not to kick myself too hard for failing to pursue my passions at a younger age because I spent that time developing my worldview and recover from tge psychological trauma of a messed up childhood. These days I literally dream about getting job offers as a writer/artist only to wake up to the realization that it will never happen because I never put together a portfolio and now I have no time or vitality to do so.
You see, I am an overworked American drone. 60 hours a week, 10 hours a day (12 if you count transit). My mind and soul are rotting. I have no time for family, friends, personal projects, self improvement, furthered education, exercise, cooking or even household chores. I am depressed,miserable and run down. I'm not even doing a job I even vaguely enjoy, in fact the only reason I do it at all is because it pays better than minimum wage and I live in the western money pit of the US (CA) .
Now I would gladly quit if I could but I have rent to pay and I have no (formal) education/ work experience in any field I would like to go into. Nor do I have time to develop these things while at my current job. I know what I want to do for a living (writing/drawing) yet It seems I am too trapped in the maze of the rat race to tend to my body and soul. The result is rapidly degenerating mental, physical and spiritual health with no end in sight and no way out. I try not to kick myself too hard for failing to pursue my passions at a younger age because I spent that time developing my worldview and recover from tge psychological trauma of a messed up childhood. These days I literally dream about getting job offers as a writer/artist only to wake up to the realization that it will never happen because I never put together a portfolio and now I have no time or vitality to do so.
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