I can’t shake this constant worry about how little I’ve achieved in life, and how far behind I feel for someone my age. I’m 37, still living with my elderly parents, and instead of feeling grateful for the time we have together, I feel like a burden to them.

I look around at other people my age and it feels like everyone has something to show for their life. Me? I’ve never been in a serious relationship. I don’t have children. I don’t have a place or anything I can truly call my own. No assets, no stability, nothing that feels like progress.

I left school early, so my job options have always been limited. I’m in a low-paid job with no real career prospects, and it feels like I’ve been stuck in the same place while everyone else has been moving forward.
This isn’t how I imagined my life would look at 37. Not even close.

I feel completely behind, completely unaccomplished. And lately, I’ve started to question everything… even whether life is worth living at all.