Was like that 20 years ago... small town lost between swamps and cow in French nowhere... no prospects... until I freaked out and followed a girl to uk on a hunch (she was charming, asking train ticket to London at train station). I had a rough project, but it was an excuse to just escape. Never saw that girl ever again, but that kicked out a journey.
Long story short, I’m now on the other side of earth, with a wife that like the same nasty things I like, a high rise office and a daughter. Never been easy (tried killing myself at some point, failed but I have ugly scars that fascinate kids at swimming pool), it still isn’t, and talking to people made me realize that it probably isn’t for anyone...
Always fighting doubts, so when things are too gloomy I go somewhere... run, take a bike, ride in whatever direction, and back... and if that aren’t cutting it, I made some comics strips to remind me that this is not a mindstate worth staying in... it was good creatively and it’s a strong reminder to myself of the point when I really need to bounce back...
so, not sure that helped anyone, but 1 it gets better, and worse, and better, but time polishes the edge, 2 it’s never easy, for anyone, 3 use your emotions to express that state... if it doesn’t fit your normal project, make a side project, that helped me analyse/expurge/go beyond that phase, and it’s a really really good reminder later...