I’m really, really struggling right now.
I’ve gone through a lot of changes in my life in the last several years, the biggest of which was a move to Los Angeles to be with a man I’d been dating long-distance for several years. I lived there for 5 years, but the relationship had hit a plateau, I missed my family and friends, and my home state, too (Ohio), and the design agency I worked for closed doors, followed by the job market hitting the crapper. I worked retail for 9 months while job-searching, and then just felt like I hit the bottom and decided to move back home.
I’m much happier being near my family- I don’t have kids so I dote like crazy on my young nieces and nephews. I’ve gotten to see them more in the last 5 months than in all of the last 5 years. After I got home I found out that my ex immediately started dating someone who had always been on the periphery and his friendship with her had always seemed a little too friendly. God only knows what would have happened if I’d stayed. I could have never afforded to live in LA on my own- not even with a roommate. So even if I didn’t totally realize it at the time, moving home was the smartest thing I could have done.
Everything about being back home is right. Except that I’m living in a friend’s basement and have no job. Now, it’s not as bad as it sounds, the basement. It’s finished, I painted it my favorite color, and have a lovely little mini-apartment down here. It’s actually darling and very comfortable, with a separate bedroom area and a comfortable living area with TV/couch/computer/desk. My friend is charging me a considerable amount of rent, and would probably charge me $0 if she wasn’t completely financially irresponsible and broke herself. She needs my money (what little I have), and I feel way too guilty to ask for a reprieve, broke as I am.
I’m working freelance at my friend’s job and impressing a lot of people with my skills and work ethic- even the company president, who told me she’s heard a lot of good about me. There’s just not enough work. I have been barely making it every month, and sometimes weeks go by without getting called in, which stresses me out to the max. I’ve always been a long-term, fulltime employee at every job I’ve ever had, so this on/off freelance thing is really difficult for me.
I really, really, really don’t want to work freelance at a bunch of different places. I took this contract position b/c my friend got me in the door immediately after I got back to Ohio, so that’s the only reason I’m even doing it. I don’t like the idea of short-term gigs, meeting new people, having to adapt to another company’s disorganized workflow and procedures, and then leave and do it all over again somewhere else, and on and on. I have anxiety, low self-esteem, fear of failure, social fears, etc, etc, so this whole short-term concept is REALLY stressing me out. I have an appointment later in the week for a temp creative placement agency, and you already know how I’m dreading that.
I check Monster, JobFox, CareerBuilder every day, and the same 5 jobs are still listed from 4 months ago- I already applied. There’s hardly anything else out there, and whatever comes, I apply for. I’ve probably applied for 25 jobs in the last 5 months, with about 20 of them being jobs I’m really not interested in. My resume is updated, reworked- I think it’s good.
I have so many self confidence issues that I’m almost frozen by fear. I don’t know what more I can do to get a job. I can’t even take a retail job because A) minimum wage is 1/5th what I could make working freelance and if I take a retail job, the freelance opportunities will dry up- you have to be available and dependable and good to be at the top of the call list (which I am), and B) I have piled up debt from moving back home and health insurance coverage that’s almost as much as my rent- it’s more than my car payment. No retail job is going to cover all of that.
I have little hope that things are going to get better any time soon. I’m in debt, I’m out of work (mostly), I’m broke, I’m scared, I’m on my own, I’m afraid to ask for help (I don’t have anybody to ask anyway- I could never speak a word of this to my family- they are the epitome of judgement), I’m a mess.
I just don’t know what to do. I’m scared.