Lately, I've been feeling like I've wasted my entire life. At 36, I'm single, childless, and stuck in a sleepy town with little to do. My days revolve around work, cleaning, and self-pity. Physical ailments, like arthritis in my left foot, have made activities like walking and hiking—things I once loved—nearly impossible. I'm also terrified about returning to a full-time office job five days a week. The thought of affording gas, car maintenance, and potentially replacing my aging vehicle is overwhelming. Exhaustion is my constant companion, and while I won't go into all the details, daily life has been a real struggle. Does anyone else feel like they've squandered their youth with nothing to show for it? Seeing younger people makes me think, "Wow, they’re lucky they haven’t had the chance to waste their lives yet." Some days, these thoughts make me feel incredibly alone. ETA: To clarify, jealousy here isn’t about anger—it’s more like, "I wish I could have my youth back and not waste it. They’re really fortunate." What do you think? Have you ever felt this way? Share your thoughts! 👇 #LifeRegrets #Jealousy #MentalHealth #Struggles #Youth