One of my most favorite people in the whole world is faced with a thing where she's considering giving up on a life-long dream.
The kind where you think "I want to be a crab-fisherman" and you've thought it your whole life. You've worked toward it, you've made your best effort. They just won't hire you. You've done nothing wrong - you're more than qualified -- it's not like you smoke crack and you're blaming them for not hiring you. It's not that they aren't hiring - they've hired your friends and many others far less qualified than you. And there's nothing more that you can do about it.
The part that stinks the most is that you need to grieve this kind of thing. But no one will let you. The most well meaning people tell you that you can find another dream. That you can stop trying to be hired and then they'll hire you. But really, you just want to be sad, mad, scream, yell, hit things and still have people tell you that they love you. Because you want this job really badly. Really badly. And you're thinking about giving up on trying to get it. And that's grieve-worthy. But it's hard for others to understand that.
But I love you. No matter what. And I'll grieve with you and for you. I know that's not enough, but I wish it was.