At 23 I had what looked like a great job and a great future ahead. A beautiful guy in my office got a crush on me and he was so perfect, everything I wanted. And I realized every time I thought of trying to explain my life and my feelings about it, to him or any other person, that it would just make more sense to die, because trying to connect with anyone was pointless. Every time we were together I would become unable to speak, which he mistook for silent disapproval of him (like his mother's), which only made him more determined to win my love. The whole thing was such a stupid misunderstanding, and there was no way I could explain it to him. He eventually quit his job over it. So did I. Major suicide fuel. Not him in particular, just realizing how impossible it was to make myself understood, even to a man who I worshipped and who *thought* he worshipped me. The impossibility of all human communication.
Shortly after, I just said "To hell with life, to hell with my job, if I can't manage to kill myself, I need to take a job more likely to get me killed."
So I became a prostitute. The job did not kill me, just made me wish I was dead every day (which was nothing new, just more intense).
It's also relevant that the company the guy and I worked for was very corrupt, about to be the cause of a major nationwide economic crash. I kept trying to tell people this and nobody believed me because they all thought the company stock price was going up, up, up, forever.
Of course I was eventually proven right. Being right and nobody believing me just made me want to die even more. I was done with corporate jobs at that point. I was the youngest employee in my office and every time I tried to show the others our accounting flaws, they would laugh at me and say I was crazy, "Oh, Chicken Little, Chicken Little, you always think the sky is falling, ha ha ha!"
A year later the sky fell, those morons lost their pensions and 401k, and none of them ever even thanked me afterward, for trying to warn them. I decided right then, I would never work for anyone except myself ever again, even if that meant being a whore.