The fact that you have managed to fuck up pretty much every part of your life?
I'm the wrong side of 35 and looking back regret every single decision I've made. I would do everything different. I'm tired and exhausted of having lived to please others. I play a different part for everyone in my life based on who they are and their expectations of me. I don't even know who I am, what I want or where to start.
I couldn't even if I wanted to, the knock on consequences would affect others (my DC's) and heap further 'shame' on my family. Nothing I've done is that 'bad' but I've managed to be a disappointment to everyone in my life.
How do I come to terms with understanding that I will likely never do anything just for me? I am so lonely and have no one, other than superficially.