It seems like when I was really into skiing, everything else in my life just made sense. In high school, I rarely felt down, I had a great growing up, but I come to uni, and all those dreams that shaped me-- 'I'm a skier, I'm going to ski the world, I'd like to go pro" things I actually told teachers when asked sort of crashed around me as I grew up.
Life changes, you stop driving as much, parents stop paying for everything, and then it hits you how all the people skiing for "free" have had all the privledges growing up. I grew bitter because I wasn't rich enough, didn't have a nice enough park to progress, and just generally never had a chance because of $$$.
Suddenly the only maintainable way of skiing is become wealthy, or to lose everything and ski bum for a few years.