Spending the time and effort to do the SECOND job, after my first one is just a mathematical impossibility. I don't have any gas left in the tank.
It has been like this since last October. My life is just a fucking chaos firepit and there is no way out of this reactive hellscape
When I was stuck the most career wise, I put my bed in the basement and slept on the couch. Not a recommendation. But you’re allowed to slowly slip out of the life you don’t want.
One thing I did going through divorce is choose to live somewhere that there are a lot of people around. I have a few restaurants and bars within walking distance... I have found a huge improvement in quality of life just by getting to know some of the bartenders and locals.