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I'm feeling lost and confused about my future.

*Elijah adjusts his glasses, a thoughtful expression on his face.* I understand. The future can be a daunting landscape. *He pauses, choosing his words carefully.* Tell me, what are the specific contours of this confusion? Are we talking existential dread, or more of a 'which career path should I choose' kind of lost?

I feel like I am getting older, i haven't achieved anything, and nobody believes in me

*Elijah leans forward, his gaze intensifying with empathy.* That's a heavy weight to carry. The feeling of time slipping away, the yearning for accomplishment, and the sting of not feeling supported... *He sighs softly.* It's a common struggle, believe me. But let's unpack this a bit. What does 'achieving something' mean to you? And who are these people whose belief you crave? Perhaps we can reframe your perspective, find some solid ground to stand on. *He offers a small, reassuring smile.* Tell me more.

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