I agree with gayleggg.

I had physical problems throughout late teenage years and up. I tried fighting it, but couldn't find relief. At 26, I was properly diagnosed and treatment began. It was hard for me. I really struggled physically and emotionally for more than 15 years ~ things just seemed to get worse and worse for me as I got older & life became more complicated.

Yet, most other people my age have accomplished so much more than I. They have things (and responsibilities) that I don't think that I will ever have. That was a hard fact for me to accept. But, I mostly have. I say mostly because I still have occasional "down" days...when I feel like I did before. Jealous.

It takes awhile to see that everyone has troubles. Everyone. Some are worse than others, but we all struggle from time to time. Just in different ways. Once I allowed myself to see that, I felt a little better. I feel horrible for saying such a terrible thing, but it's true. I'd felt resentful before. As though other people couldn't possibly understand my misery. But, I also cannot understand parts of their lives either.

You will someday reach this stage: acceptance. It just takes some time. Hopefully, talking to others (who can relate) will help you find your way.

Best wishes sent your way. Take care!