I've achieved nothing. Too old now. Everything seems very surreal, looking back. I have been chronically ill since my teens and it is very hard to accept how it has shaped my life. Not making excuses, it's not that it's stopped me doing any one thing in particular, but the cumulative impact of never being well enough. Never having energy to put in long hours. Being told not to have a baby for years, as real chance we'd both die. And on it goes.
I can't be the only one in this situation. How do you reframe things and find meaning?