Somewhen along the road, she lost her way.
Maybe it was when she chose to leave her home. She wanted to see the world, meet new people, touch the vibrancy of life outside the familiar...
...but there's barely any time for exploring, barely any time for socializing, and before long the new became routine, each day part of a familiar pattern.
Maybe it was when she chose to be a high school teacher. She thought it would let her share her passion for physics, for understanding the world, for how the world works and how to manipulate it, for the closest thing to real magic that exists...
...but the system stifled nearly all creativity, the students were mostly apathetic, the hours long and the work routine.
Or maybe it was when she decided to go on sabbatical, to give herself the time to explore, to figure out who she really is and what she really wants...
...but the months have flown by, and all she's learned is that she doesn't know exactly what she wants, that life seems absent of any lasting meaning, and that going back to teaching feels intolerable.
Somewhere along the road, she lost her way...