I recently caught up with a friend I haven’t spoke to in a couple of years, and while we both suffered with our mental health, she is living her best life. Obviously, it’s not perfect, but I’m feeling so left behind recently and can’t help but feel jealous of others my age who were dealt a better hand. I used to go out and socialize a lot, but I’ve been struggling with my anxiety to the point that I can barely leave the house, and can’t afford it, anyway.
Yet, my friend is living in a beautiful place with her flatmates and in a wonderful relationship. She is also able to hold down a job and helps others. We have both struggled, but it’s like she has gotten over her struggles. I don’t want to compare myself, but I’m just so ashamed of how mentally unwell I am.