I am healing from PTSD from abuse, as well as several abandonments. I was a foster kid.

But a new thing is happening that makes me hate my own thoughts: I am extremely angry about what happened to me and jealous of people with good enough families.

As in, I met a woman age 25 with a PhD who does nonprofit work, and I think, well aren't you perfect with your intact family and lawyer dad? It's easy to be morally superior than the rest of us when you've been supported your entire life and when you've been loved your entire life. And when your parents supported you all through school.

I know that everyone has their own struggles and I know that I shouldn't compare myself to other people. But there is a new ugliness within me I didn't have before I started processing all this trauma. Can anyone else relate?