Letters to the Editor
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Boo hoo.
Historically, most artists, whatever the medium, have never been able to support themselves by simply being artists. Look at the lives of Trollope and Charles Ives, just to name two who maintained workaday existences. I think Borges worked as a librarian well into his fifties, in spite of having had several of his stories published.
Do your job and make a living, and do your art, and allow the work to be its own justification. If, occasionally along the way, you receive external validation, that's gravy-- but nobody owes it to you.
Actually, all sarcasm aside, I suspect that your dissatisfaction with your life is probably heightened by your feeling entitled to being regarded as special. You can still believe in yourself and your work without thinking you're entitled to acclaim and the stereotypical life of an artist, and you just might find everyday life more bearable.