So I’ve been incredibly lucky this past year or so and have been at a job where I work from home and do very little work for full-time pay. I’ve had the opportunity to be happy and to even find myself a little bit with all the extra time I’ve had. But it is going to end soon, and I just can’t fathom going back to a regular job. It feels like prison, like it’s not even worth it. I don’t know if I can bring myself to go back. What is the point of spending your life working just to exist? I feel like the wind has gone out of my sails and I just want to curl up in a ball until this nightmare so over.