I have no answer for you but holy fucking shit it’s good to hear I’m not alone. I’m 29 and have been somehow working through my career for 11 years. I’m quite far into it, a bit successful I guess, but I still don’t know what I want to do. Or who I am.

I can tell you one thing, though. The further down a career path you travel, the harder it is to change. At least for me. That, plus the endless stream of other internal dismay, plus being responsible for an infant... existence seems like 24/7 torture, forever. Endlessly. I will never be better, the best I can hope for is that eventually I might want to die a little bit less.

Sometimes I hope for cancer so it will all be over without the guilt of it being my fault.

Don’t feel like you have to do a specific job just because you’re good at it, you’ll just end up like me. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.