It isn't that my work feels empty. It's that I quietly disagree with what it does, and I do it well anyway. Every competent day adds to a small, steady ache of doing harm I can explain away but can't stop feeling. The gap between what I believe and what I do is wearing a groove in me.
More people experience this than they realize.
You do a job well while disagreeing with what it actually does.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.