During college, I had a summer internship at one of the largest accounting firms in the world and had a negative, draining experience which left me biased against working in the corporate sector. Still, in 2011, I completed my Bachelor's in Accounting and Information Systems and entered one of the worst job markets ever. I got a professional certification to set myself apart and began freelancing very part-time (never more than 8 hours a week), had some odd consulting jobs, etc. Eventually, I ended up working for a small tax accounting firm, preparing and filing US taxes.
It was a tedious cubicle job, and though there were some aspects I could enjoy, I found myself taking many sick and half days just to cope with my crushing hopelessness. I dreaded going to work every day, coming in before it was light, leaving after the sun had set; particularly during busy season. I never took lunch breaks because it would only mean I would have to stay at work longer. I began making spreadsheets detailing my life expenses (student loan, car, etc) to see how long before I could quit and start my own tea shop (I know nothing about entrepreneurship, or owning a cafe, so it was mostly just a dream to keep me hopeful). I started obsessing about how much time I had on the weekends, feeling like any leisurely activity would take too much time and be too great an opportunity cost against OTHER leisurely things I also wasn't doing.
I saw a doctor while on company-sponsored health plan, who insinuated I seemed to have mild to moderate symptoms of depression and anxiety but just needed to get some exercise and a hobby that wasn't video games before spending the rest of our 40-minute appointment (that I paid for) discussing the details of how my family cares for my mentally-disabled half-brother (an area in which I have no influence). She referred me to her weekly support group for whining Millennials (my pessimistic take); and I decided it wasn't worth a $10 weekly co-pay to go each month (mind you, I was saving to quit my job

) I cancelled our next and any subsequent appointment.
Alas, I never got to opportunity to quit my job. As soon as the US tax season was at its close, I and one other was let go. I never got a good reason, but I suspect it was because I didn't put enough hours in during the busy season (12 hours/day + weekends is typical) I began to collect unemployment (sigh, again), and poached a client to do very part-time work (less than 2 hours a week, again), but was otherwise living very comfortably, free from a job I hated and starting Summer, my favorite part of the year.
All of that to bring me back to today: Unemployment has run out without hope of extension, and by my back of the napkin calculation, I have maybe 3 or so months of cash to live on. During my 7 months on unemployment, I've had several job interviews with various professional service firms, but I always find myself goofing around in the interviews, or hoping they'll proceed with other candidates because truthfully I'm SO SO scared of going back to work, of feeling what I felt in my other jobs, of losing 8 hours a day + commute to do something I don't care about.
I don't
think I'm just lazy. I don't mind doing work and I like helping people. I really like my freelance work, although the thought of going "somewhere" to "build my client base" or whatever makes me exhausted just thinking about it. After all, some days it's exhausting enough just to pull myself into the shower and wear real clothes (Makeup? Forget about it). Some days it's hard not to get super stressed out that I'm going to have to find a job (and quickly), and I beat myself for investing more time into something like Animal Crossing than I have invested in my own future.
I am wondering if maybe it would be best to take a part-time job in a low stress environment (like a chill coffee shop; to get some experience working in a cafe, if they'll hire me) to maybe slowly get re-acclimated to working life without losing all my free time (or living in a florescent-lit cube).
I...forgot what I was asking. Well, whatever, it was probably a good exercise to list out at least one of the things that has been bothering me in written words. Thanks for reading.