Title mostly.
I'm doing fine right now, had an argument with my brother but overall I got my path forward ironed out, but I can't shake the feeling that all of what I do is just some pathological need to stumble forward into what I'm supposed to do but rather than actually being a meaningful calling or direction.
Maybe I'm just depressed.
Definitely. I tried doing an office job once but it was clearly not for me. And the funny thing is, my dream has always been to become a writer... welp, I'm now a writer (not the fun novelist kind, but the bullshit marketing kind) and I hate every minute of it. Ruined my passion for wordsmithing because now I can't do it just for creativity's sake because I don't have the time and I kinda need the money