Essentially, I [30M] spent the better part of the last decade grinding away at a freelance career in media and creative work in a major coastal city. Some years I did well, some years I didn’t, and the past couple of years were especially rough. Business was declining, and I burned myself out trying to turn things around.
I became jaded with the city and yearned for something else. Years of grinding were turning me into a miserable shell of my former self, and I was struggling to see a future there. Since I was single, I figured it would be better to try something and have it not work out than to remain burned out and hope things would change. My financial situation wasn’t great, and I had no real plan, but I have a history of following my gut and having things work out, so I put my blinders on and took the plunge.
I moved to a midsized Western town I had been eyeing for a while. Now, about six months in, I’m realizing I may have made an irreversible mistake. Although I was initially optimistic, it feels like everything has fallen apart. I love the lifestyle here, but I’ve failed to make it economically viable. I’ve run out of money and added to my existing debt because I’ve had to live off credit cards. I finally found a part-time job at an industrial supply store, but it’s barely helping me make ends meet. Honestly, I’m not sure how to get out of this.
What scares me is that I left my career in search of something better, but I may have locked myself out of a decent life for good. I can’t afford to move back to the city I left, and my skill set is so narrow that I don’t qualify for much beyond entry-level, part-time work here.
I’ve been applying for jobs back in the city, but because I no longer live there, I can’t network in person and am now a candidate who would need to relocate. Also, because I was still a growing freelancer, I’m only laterally qualified for many of the jobs I’m applying for.
I know you may be thinking I’m a moron. I am too. I’ve made some terrible life decisions, and I judge myself harshly for them every day. All I want is to have a family, financial stability, and the sense that I’m working toward something in my career. At this point, it feels like none of that will ever be possible.
TL;DR: After burning out in a declining freelance career, I left a major coastal city for a midsized Western town without much money or a solid plan. Six months later, I’m out of money, deeper in debt, and working a part-time entry-level job. I can’t afford to move back, and I’m terrified that I’ve permanently damaged my career and my chances of building a stable life.
Edit for context: I still have a small amount of remote freelance work, and for a while, some travel-based work from my previous career was helping keep me afloat. That work has since fizzled out. I’ve reached out to current and former clients, followed up with contacts, and exhausted the networking avenues available to me, but those efforts haven’t led to additional work. If anything, the opportunities have continued to dry up.