I am soon 29 years old! I look great, I have a husband and a child. There is a job and a hobby. We bought an apartment, made repairs there according to my project, everything seems to be fine. But I feel completely miserable. I tried to figure out what it could be connected with myself, but when I drip deeply, I begin to understand what and where I had to do my girlfriend. It upsets me even more. I understand that it is very weak in character, it just infuriates me. I can not solve my problems. Although no, I can - I drink whiskey and I feel good. And that scares me too. I am so educated that I can’t complain, because what I have, I really love, especially my child, and I understand that many do not. But I do not compare myself with those who have nothing, but with those who have what I want. And I envy these loves. And I ask myself the question "After all, I too could be like this, Why am I washing my pan now?" And I do not need material wealth (although with our income, it would not be bad) I want self-realization. And it’s very bright. One where I could not express myself in a narrow circle. Where I would feel needed and meaningful.
  And now I feel like a beast in a zoo. I go to work, do household chores, devote very little time to myself, and all this from week to week in a circle. I seem to be free, but I'm in prison. I can’t reveal myself, my potential. I used to be a charge of energy for everyone, I was always invited to the holidays, I traveled, after the first education I went to get a second, I did not sit idle for a minute. Now I'm also not sitting idle, but all I do now is all against my will ... everything is everyday and boring. And given the mortgage loan, the last couple of years we can’t afford anything at all. It’s not interesting for me to communicate with people, it seems to me that all the talk is empty. With my husband, we manage to discuss only household matters and everything related to the child. And every night before going to bed I think that something needs to be changed. That all this should not be so. But the alarm rings and it's all over again!
  When I was 18 I broke my leg and underwent three operations. Then I had a dream to dance. I was dancing, but after the fracture and rehabilitation I never started to fulfill this dream. I am now very sorry, because I could be ... but anything bright and tiny could be. All these rehearsals, shows, trips ... performances ...
Then I thought that dancing was dancing, but it was necessary to develop in work. I thought that by the age of 30 I would be very cool and important. I studied a lot. Now I practice interior design, while I can not boast of achievements. The main work for me is just an endless paper routine! In general, I do not know how to stop this daily madness and really do something important that will help me feel happy.
  I would like to get advice, I usually do not discuss this with anyone, so the same thoughts go around. I would like opinions from the outside.