Good Afternoon Jobcasers, I will keep this as concise as possible. I studied journalism, magazine editing and production in college. After graduation I opted not to move to NYC and rough it until I could get a legit publishing job. I was in my early twenties. I knew not, from personal experience, that life would throw the curves at me that came in the ensuing decade. I am an ambitious, curious type with strong work ethic, so there was no job I wouldn't try as America meandered through a recession.

I supervised a group home for disabled adults. The money was ok, the schedule demanding. Then I was to become a father, my son's mother working on-call as well. I volunteered to change paths. I found my way into a fabrication shop. Decent money. Family-friendly schedule. My son's mom and I would split up, but I kept the job.

Then I needed knee surgery. After recovering and physical therapy, my company lost millions. A few months later, I was laid off. I learned to Weld, etc, but it wasn't my strong suit.

I worked customer service/sales position at a car dealer for a couple years. Better money, but extremely stressful and hours that made spending time with my son near impossible. Then came cancer.

I worked in between treatments, determined to come back full strength and make enough money to move closer to my son and share custody. I achieved remission March of 2015. Management at the dealer decided the service advisors earned too much. The only redeeming quality of the position was no more. A friend suggested inside sales, in a call center environment. I leapt.

An established company trying to mimick the culture of a Silicon Valley startup. Thorough training, friendly coworkers, supportive coaches and leaders. A bit cultish, but if you hit sales goals themail commission check could be nice. I hit, then missed, then hit, and so on. The office moved, the goals ramped up, my mind and body still not in a good place.

March of this year, for the first time in my working life, I was fired. I took the spring and summer to reconnect with myself, see my 5 year old as much as possible, and go to the beach. I felt human again.

As unemployment benefits were set to run out, and no extensions available in PA, I began to panic. I'm 32, I don't want to keep job hopping and be the old entry level employee. I don't want to go back to the dealership. I can't go back.

I applied for over 100 customer service jobs, some with analyst components. I interviewed with 4 companies. None of them hired me.

My parents told me, "life is short. Look for something that won't kill you or make you miserable." They insisted on helping pay my bills--including child support--while I pursue a true living.

It hurt me to even need their help, let alone accept it. I freelance as a copy editor for a magazine, but it's part-time. I can't let another month go by on my parents' dime.

I also can't take a dead end position for poverty level wages. I won't. I'm an educated, driven, reliable person. Sales wasn't for me. Nor was the slimy car business. I realized....I've been under valuing my degree, my love for writing and editing. I want to go back into my chosen field, not just tread water.

That was far from concise. I felt those details to be crucial, however. I'm not some job hopping underachiever. Life is crazy.

Help?