Is it really your faith that part of you just wants nothing to do with? Or, is it really something else?
I think this may be key. What kind of opportunity was/is it? Did/Does it involve companionship with a man? A job? Or, what? Can/Will you tell us?
Before you reached the point of "hope is a 4-letter word" - what did/do you hope for?
Get married? (and, have kids?)
Become a writer?
What are your ambitions?
What do you not find boring? What interests you in doing for self-satisfaction in your being?
In what field of study did you enroll in when you went to community college?
In what sense of the word 'trades' do you mean by 'a Jane of all trades, master of none'? What do you know how to do? Have you ever considered using these skills to help others?
What kind of 'fantasy worlds' are you referring to?
Sometimes, you "just have to do what you have to do" in order to be able to move forward...
I fear that, due to the horrific politically divided state of our country – I'd rather not start a flame war. I'll only say it didn't involve anything immoral or illegal.
Even when I was little, I didn't know what I wanted to be. I participated in a lot of things – dance, horseback riding, school plays. I like to sing, draw, and write. And I still dance, but not professionally.
Sad thing is, creative pursuits aren't much valued either by secular society or churches. Secular society only deems art worthy if it makes money. Churches only value art if it serves their agenda – which is why I generally don't like Christian movies or music.
All that said, it's not like I'm a professional at any of these things. I don't actually have any original ideas when it comes to writing an drawing. I don't really have the discipline to finish a lot of the things I start either.
For the record, I only recently discovered I have some ADHD. And I don't even remember what I applied for at community college. All I knew was that even the most basic degree required passing a math class – and I epically failed 3-4 times, so I got fed up and quit.
And by "fantasy worlds," I don't mean porn or anything gross like that. More like just daydreaming – pretending I'm all the things I'm not. Even if it's only in my mind, it brings me some solace.
There are two kinds of people in the world. Shapers and reactors. I'm the latter. I don't shape events, I just react to them. I'm too easily discouraged. I'm decent at some things, but don't have the will or discipline to get really good at any of them. I don't even remember what it's like to be ambitious. All I know is that fantasizing can let me escape, however briefly, a world that I've only ever been profoundly disappointed in.