This last week has really made me realize some unpleasant things

Like how Im still, after over a decade stuck working these crappy dead end exhausting jobs. I tried to follow my dream, to help people no one else would but all I got was screwed over by assholes. Now Im trying to follow my older dream but my chances of ever actually being published are slim to none. I’ll probably self publish but it’s expensive and a huge hassle. Ive tried other work but no one will even consider me without a million different things. Im just so exhausted and it’s wearing on me. I just feel so tired and worn down and wonder if this is gonna be my whole life. It’s just making me think so much which makes me depressed.