I feel exactly the same way. I had always wanted just a little group of friends and a mediocre career, with just enough money to finally pay my student loans (even if not until I'm 90 lol). Originally I wanted a lucrative, illustrious career but I had to keep adjusting my expectations because I just couldn't work steadily without ending up in the hospital and being off for months. Eventually I settled on just being able to do the job every day. I decided I could manage as long as I had the job, even if I was never promoted. Then I decided I could even live without any friends, just as long as I could eek out some level of financial stability and at least be able to say I was doing the occupation that I spent 9 years training for. Now I can't work at all, and I don't see how I can even build anything tolerable, let alone happy. I never felt happy while working either, and I have been in agony for the better part of the last two decades, but I did manage to derive some self esteem from working hard, and from the respect that my profession often commanded. Without those small rewards, I cant Even justify taking up space on the planet. (Not saying that people who don't work cannot have meaningful, happy lives. I know they can and many do). It's just that it was the one thing I put all my effort into, so I don't have anything else like a partner, or kids, or even an aptitude for a hobby to make life tolerable.