You know, I used to think that I was the only one muddling through life. I thought everyone else I looked at was so much more competent, more organized, more sane, more together, more x (x=pretty much anything), better at x than me. The longer I've lived, the more I've discovered that even folks who look that way, usually aren't.
I've also discovered that I'm likely a little bit happier for consistently striving to choose my own happiness over lots of other things. The money I've spent on therapy could've bought me a very nice house by now. I can't even think about the money I spend on medical. But I has a happy, I has quite a few, akshully.
Keep muddling! And know that you're among friends.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own...
Robert A. Heinlein
Me: female, bi, (formerly hinge of a vee)
with FirstBoyFriend (FBF)(moderately long-distance)
and no longer with CurrentBoyFriend (CBF)(who now lives in a house far away-with stairs I can't climb)