Economic issues. All the rest it's secondary.
I have a lot of regrets for choose an humanities degree in college, instead some more "commercial" carreer path. My parents supported me in my decision to study Literature, but crud, I was never ready to the company world. I had around 26 interviews in a single year and only found a position in a hostel, with a wage below the minimmum. After 1 year in that hostel I found my first formal job, only to be fired at the start of the pandemic. After that I worked remotely for a company until august.
I had no clue for manage my money and my time. I used to be pinned into the model Boss - employee, master - slave, rich - poor, etc. into my life, because my depression and I had some issues to grow up as an independent person. I'm okay without boyfriend. I'm okay without traveling. I'm okay without a friend circle. That really mess up my head is with productivity and financial chores. I fear a lot being a homeless person. I don't trust myself and my inner capabilities, despite I know 3 languages, know a little of computing and programming... Simply my mind it's so messed up. Shame is my current puppeteer.