Another one bites the dust. Welcome to the world of poverty and missed dreams. Once this sport gets its claws into you, you can kiss goodbye to your bank balance and any free time you once had. You'll always need a new rod / reel / line or more fly tying stuff. Then there is the travel, all those exotic places you'll just have to fish. Someone once asked John Gierach,
"How can someone who drives around in such a beat up old pickup afford to fish with such snazzy fly rods?" He replied,
"The answer should be obvious."
Sorry there's no hope, you've done the best thing you could in joining a support group like this one. Welcome.

I'm not the same person as Alan. (At lease I don't think so). I'm the exiled Englishman living in the Highlands of Scotland, considering claiming political asylum.
Cheers,
A.