Where besides SF and Manhattan can someone with a degree not afford a place without 3 roommates?
Most places? At the very least you need at least one roommate.
OP, I fucking feel you. I graduated, got a job in my field through the connections that I worked 70 hour weeks for four years to make, and immediately got late off just four months later. My girlfriend of two years moved back to her home country just weeks before this, which was crushing on it's own but so much worse unemployed.
All of my college friends except three had moved at this point, and I spent a last two months living in my best friend's basement trying to recover. I couldn't find a job because the town I went to school in was too small, so I moved back in with my parents who were closer to Denver.
Having been very independently living on my own for the last five years, this has been a nightmare. I've spent the last near eight months now just sitting in my tiny childhood bedroom, bed tucked up against a wall of my still boxed up personal belongings. My parents aren't the worst, but my mom and I argue quite a bit these days, especially as my mental health worsens.
I don't have a car, so what few friends I still had in state I've only seen one because I can't drive to meet them halfway. My best friend drives down every week to see me, two hours one way, and I feel incredibly guilty about it constantly. It keeps me going a bit, which I'm eternally grateful for.
I've been job hunting for over half a year. I'll fully admit that I've had gaps up to three consecutive weeks where I've felt so awful about my self worth that I just stopped and spent most of the days lying in bed, but despite that I've applied to at least 100+ jobs in that span of time. I've had interviews that went really well and lead to multiples, but there was always someone more qualified than me in the end that they could pay the same.
Most of the time, my portfolio site analytics show that they never even go further than looking at my initial application.
At this point, most of my day to day life consists of waking up, talking to my girlfriend through FaceTime until she falls asleep or I have to go to my wildly inconsistent minimum wage Target job, shutting my mind off for long enough to make it through "work", and coming home, applying to any new jobs that have been posted, and then trying to drown out my thoughts with videogames. Working at Target barely part time pays just enough to fund a new game once every month or two, drinking, and a pitiful savings account.
Last winter I had planned on moving out this summer with two of my remaining Colorado friends. When the time came, I was still making $600 a month and had to tell them no. We haven't spoken in about two months. My emotionally abusive ex texted me out of nowhere a few weeks ago demanding to meet up because she need to talk about something she feels entitled to "resolution" about, but she said she wasn't "comfortable" telling me over text, and got a bunch of our previously mutual friends to text me as well when I said I couldn't meet up with her.
I keep cycling between trying to desperately focus on self-care; eating well, exercising, forcing good sleep hygiene, getting back into my skincare routine, reading more, meditating, and really just forcing myself to take care of my body. But then the anxiety and exhaustion snaps back at me and I go back to napping daily, sleeping too late, eating horribly and feeling even worse.
I don't make enough to pay for rent, let alone utilities + food + transportation + health insurance and other general bills. I haven't been able to find a job in my field for 8 months. I spend the vast majority of my time in a 180sqft bedroom alone, and have no way to leave the house and go do things even alone. My partner lives 17,000 miles away. I have one friend who lives two hours away and works 60 hours a week. I have no end in sight to any of this. I don't even know why I wrote this wall of text ass diary entry, other than a need to vent since I have no one to talk to.
I get it OP. It fucking sucks. Every single day is a nightmare that I'm just clawing myself through.