I'm kind of in the same boat myself. I'm 36, never left home, dropped out of college due to suicidal depression, social anxiety, self-hatred, and severe, mostly-untreated ADHD (until recently). I'm obese, I've had expensive dental problems due to depressive self-neglect, suffered foot and knee damage from the shitty retail and grocery jobs and a cycling injury, and been in and out of therapy for roughly two decades. Been on and off various antidepressants, taking an ADHD drug that works for me, finally, and more recently getting ADHD-specific therapy and even group social skills training via Zoom to figure out exactly what the fuck I was doing wrong. (Turns out patience, gauging appropriate topics, and finding a properly-tuned level of interest to express was a lot of it, also getting control of my emotions.)

After the absolute horror of 2020 working amongst entitled old white shitheads in a hoity-toity grocery store, with people who came in every day during the pathetically short lockdown we had, making me sick with COVID in November of that year, I finally decided I'd had enough and started seriously looking for new jobs. My brother was able to get me one at the car franchise he works at, doing clerical work in the signing office. It's the easiest and highest-paying job I've ever had, and only further reinforces the respect I have for bottom-rung menial laborers, and disdain for soft-handed managerial types. Even got a small raise recently.

Thing is, even with my new income, I still have a mountain of medical/credit card debt that is crushing me with interest. My FICO score keeps wobbling down below the threshold where those balance transfer cards will even look at me, my credit card company pretty much tells me to go fuck myself when I try to work something out, and my mom has offered to pay off the debt for me in exchange for consistently paying her back... but I'm so anxious and depressed and paranoid that I'm afraid I'll lose my job or some shit and be unable to pay her back, and I'm too ashamed of myself to accept it anyway. Looking for an apartment is out of the question; my experience has been pretty consistent, namely searching for apartments within like 50 miles, seeing that the cheapest ones are like 90% of my income, feeling bad, and closing the browser.

I'm trying to build myself up, psychologically, and undo all the damage that emotional neglect and rejection trauma and social isolation have done to me, find some way to become attractive enough to people, personally, to try dating, and dig up the corpses of my dreams that I let self-loathing kill for me. At the same time, I'm desperate to find some way to make extra money. I've been getting lots of compliments on my voice and even killing it at karaoke of late. I bought a mic to try training my voice and finding my strengths and weaknesses, and enjoying the experience of liking something about myself, without reservations, for the first time in my life. So I'd like to get into doing voice work of some sort, to make some extra scratch. I'm a decent enough writer, though I've never believed in myself enough to write something more than a few times. But I've considered exploring how lucrative doing paid erotic commissions for furries, because I know people who've earned some money doing that, and earned praise for, well, just writing weird furry porn myself.

I'm also exhausted, shivering from the horrendous anxiety I've suffered at work the past two days due to poor sleep, and have a bit of a tendency to rant. TLDR version:

How the fuck can I make some extra money while still having enough energy to work on personal growth and trying to seriously pursue my dreams for the first time, all while dealing with executive dysfunction so bad it has destroyed my life before now?

Also not sure how I feel about this topic being the thing that makes me finally transition from being a lurker to a poster on a real communist internet shitposting internet board for shitposting. You guys seem pretty nice. Hope I'm not coming on too strong with this shit.