I'm in my 20s. I live alone in a city where I don't know anyone. Remote work destroyed my mental health.
All I wanted was to be able to go into an office and talk to a real life person. I would go weeks at a time not talking to a single person in real life.
I don't think people understand the plight of the young office worker until they've experienced the torture of solitary confinement. Day in, day out. All alone. I don't have a girlfriend, friends, or a life in this city.
I tried to join clubs and a maker space, but no time - I was working all day. The maker space closed early. I'm creative, I like working. I just wanted to go to an office. That's all I wanted. I wanted a routine. I wanted to commute and people watch. I wanted to feel like I was living life. But no, I had a remote job.
I got a new job that's supposed to be 3 days a week in office. Guess what? My team can't get enough remote work - they're not going to go into the office. And here I am, again, in the torture of solitary confinement.
I've been thinking about getting a new career, going into the trades. Anything that would allow me to have consistent interaction with other people.
I've become anti-technology, anti-society. I'm an optimistic person, yet I slip into depression because the only thing I want - to be able to go into an office - will not happen for me.