Is It Me or the Job? Small Town Blues and Big Questions

Turning 29 in a tiny Montana town, I thought I’d finally found my calling. I’m a team lead at a non-profit, working with folks with developmental disabilities. The pay is great for around here, my boss is a gem, and I’m genuinely proud of what I do. But lately, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just not cut out for this. I was diagnosed with ADHD last year, and suddenly all my struggles with paperwork, meetings, and endless scheduling made sense. I love working one-on-one with clients, but managing the mountain of admin work? It’s like trying to herd cats—while blindfolded. The office politics don’t help either; sometimes it feels like high school never ended. I’m not looking for an easy way out, just a path that fits me better. I enjoy writing and informal counseling, but making a switch in a rural area feels impossible. Have you ever felt stuck like this? Any advice for someone who’s proud of their work but drowning in the details? Thanks for listening—it means more than you know. 🤔💬 #CareerChange #SmallTownLife #MentalHealth #JobCareer