This piece resonates so much. I very much had a quarterlife crisis over a decade ago — being 25 and coming to terms with the fact that I'd allowed trauma in my youth to set me on a deeply unfulfilling path... but by age 37, a lot of the things I set out to achieve and resolve in my life remain unachieved and unresolved. It makes it feel like the "quarterlife" crisis never ended. I found myself a few weeks ago thinking, "My quarterlife crisis is moving right towards a midlife crisis. Is my life just a crisis?" And I guess... maybe so. ;)

Not to sound too depressing. I'm lucky to find a lot of happiness and hits of fulfillment throughout it all. It's just really dispiriting to feel constantly like basic needs and comforts — the chance to stretch out, relax, and say "I've made it" — are ever out of reach...