England, but moved to NZ when I was 10. Then moved back again to the UK after university. Then back to NZ because of the 2007 recession where I had what was probably a nervous breakdown due to triple redundancies. Then back to the UK because my job was too specialised and then I got fed up with all the travelling. Also with the lack of support for my area of expertise and increasing encroachment by imposters, who exploited the trust and naivety of decision makers and bluffed their way through situations. Here's an example: Consultants wrote a strategic plan for me while climbing the political ladder in the organisation who I contracted for. After 18 months and about 120,000 quid extra in spend they were supposed to deliver a vision for what could be achieved. The actual document mentioned what the vision could do, why it was important, what it meant to other stakeholders and how to deliver it but it never actually stated what the vision was. I picked them up on this and they resisted, drawing on political connections higher up in the organisation to save face. So, with the agreement of senior management and discussions behind closed doors, I ended up writing the vision myself and took their name off the final document.
One day I asked myself 'what is the point?' and realised there wasn't one. At least not one that included financial security, stability, hope, job satisfaction, kids and a sense of optimism. My wife was also self employed, earning the same as I was and working half the hours which kind of threw into sharp relief that I didn't need to be a wage slave in order to be financially productive.
So here we are. Still stressed, still financially insecure, with the added burden of two kids, a significant mortgage and trying to keep the school afloat. But noone else apart from myself to blame for my problems now. lol
Anyway, after the coronavirus thing has blown over, there is still hope.