Where to go? What to do?

I didn't get another writing job. I've applied to several over the last 9 months or so, but I don't currently have any meaningful prospects. My full time job drains my soul. It makes me miserable, and no matter how much I try to make the most of it and shift my frame of mind around it, it will never be what I want. It will never be meaningful, or provide a sense of personal success. I'm financially successful enough, sure, and that's something a lot of Americans can't say right now. But What's the trade-off? I sell my soul for 40 hours a week and I come home exhausted and unfulfilled. I keep thinking that I wish I could go to school for Journalism. I feel like that's the boat I missed, like that's what I'm supposed to be doing. But landing a job that can sustain me, even at a lesser wage than I currently earn, in a field being choked by AI and a steady downfall of local outlets while in competition with people who have studied for it isn't working. My portfolio is bulking up, but it…