The problem is, anything you commit a huge amount of time to *is* you to a certain extent; so much as I’d like to say “this resentful thing I am at my day job is not really the Jon who loves cats, who is wanted and valued, who cooks and draws,” even though I see my labor as coerced, I’m still stuck with the resulting despair , loneliness and anger being part of who I am. And I’m not really sure how to deal with that.