my confession

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i was sacked. twice. When you're young they tall you do well at school so you'll get to university, then they tell you get to university then you'll get a job. Well it don't work like that. I got my dream job straight out of uni and after 6 months i was sacked. So retreated back to my parents and started again. Got my dream job at another company and moved across the country again and guess what? it happened again. Turns out i can't do the only thing i'm trained for. 12 years at uni and I'm still camped in my parents spare room with my stuff in storage and no sign of a job. Can't afford to move across the country again, mentally or emotionally, let alone financially, and there's no suitable work here - by suitable i mean anything full time or permanent. My pre-existing depression is getting worse as a result. it seems like the only jobs i've ever been any good at were the ones that i hate so much it made me ill. and the ones i loved i was c**p at. so where do i go from here? Not ill enough to claim as sick, not well enough to work. all my possessions in expensive storage with no hope of ever moving out of my parents.