It’s funny, because people with the things written here might not always have been like that.
I have quite a few of the things here - my own home (a small London flat so not to everyone’s taste) a decent career (not amazing/famous/six figure earning but I “chased my dreams” and succeeded) a loving supportive partner, I travel a fair bit, iI don’t wear make up and I like how I look, I’m naturally slim although that’s harder to maintain post-30, I’m confident and social with good friends and I’m generally happy in life.
If you’d met me four or so years ago, I was suicidally depressed and on the brink of being sectioned, not earning enough to buy even a garage, constantly being dumped and treated horribly by men, in therapy to deal with the impact of my dad’s emotional
abuse and the fact my mum enabled it, feeling like I had no friends and no purpose. I’ve also got BPD and chronic fatigue and to this day I keep my parents at arm’s length and don’t have a big close family. I grew up poor. I will say though, therapy and medication was a life saver. It gave me the ability to set boundaries and brought me out of the slump enough for me to not just dream resentfully about the things I wanted, but to do them.
It isn’t too late to grab life by the balls and do the things you want. I am jealous of people younger than me who’ve had books published though!