Copy pasting part of a long reply i did for another user. It's my story and how things have played out for me. My message is there, and I feel its incredibly important to read especially if youre much younger like late teens/20s.
"I am a male with clinically diagnosed BPD and psychosis, was born premature and have not as much brain matter as everyone else. As a result, I am constantly battling with mental illness, quite literally every day. The part of life i fear the most is coming to in front of groups of people and then trying to explain away like im not fucking crazy as to why i was just talking to people who weren't there while being completely unaware of those who are. Those bouts are usually paired with my PTSD episodes from getting drugged and raped when i joined the army as a teenager by fellow unitmembers. For what its worth, I was also abused as a kid and have had to go through assloads of therapy just to overcome that. Inner child work kicks ass for those abused btw. Still working on the rape, as well as using therapies such as DBT/CBT to overcome the BPD (remission of most mental illness is possible). Everything mentioned was present in my life by the time i was 18, and I was able to recognize that I got dealt a pretty shitty hand. Despite all those complications and waking up every day not wanting to continue, I made the rank of sergeant by the age of 19 (fucking insane today), came out of the military with an honorable discharge and 6 years served (somehow... by the end my mind was fucked), but back to square one... switched gears and bought a gastronomy book, studied it and made it into an awarded kitchen where I became a chef without culinary school. Unresolved mental illness kicked in quick, and I burned basically every bridge in culinary. Shit. Back to square one, no money either. On the fly, I taught myself how to program to try and get a better life and somehow i actually did it and made it into tech. Thought I was saved and life was gonna be ez street as a programmer making six figs while still being a young single guy, but mental illness prevailed and once again i burned every bridge again - this time in tech. Back to square one again. Cool, late 20s at this point. Still though, didnt give up, and then taught myself enough electrical work to find a job as a sponsored hire for an electrician (so i wouldnt have to attend any schools and lose valuable time). Guess what, made it as an electrician but once again mental health took me out of the field rather quickly. Back to square one. I could give you two more completely unrelated fields ive entered through self teaching and then self sabotage due to mental health, but you get the idea. I thought my life would only be a pattern of "hahah, you're competent enough to really do whatever you want, but god is cruel so your mind will never allow you to truly make it. Ever." When I finally nutted up and accepted that just because im competent doesnt mean shit if my mind isnt taken care of first, I was able to finally break away from my stubborn dumbassery, get on a light SSRI purely to help stabilize my moods even slightly, and started therapy. Note: antidepressants are pointless without accompanying therapy, as far as the longterm is concerned.
Life is a lot fucking better for me now. I am in my 30s and have been given MANY opportunities by life to fail, but all those failures led to some honestly wicked success, and what I just read from you is EXACTLY what I would have written those many years ago now when I was younger. Seriously, reading your post was like looking into a spooky time travel mirror. Don't actually give up, because I don't see that you are there yet. Also, dont compare yourself to others in case you do. My dad didnt have his shit together and not a penny to his name until he was like 45, and now the fucker is a millionaire because he finally figured things out. "Life starts at different times for everybody, dont worry that its shit now." His words exactly. Its kinda supposed to be shitty when you're young/inexperienced, in a fucked up way lol.
You'll figure things out too. I absolutely believe you will. It just takes a lot longer than anyone cares to admit."
To reiterate: life starts at different times for everyone. Getting dealt a bad hand is not a death sentence. Trust me, I know what it means to be dealt a bad hand and still stay in the game and win the pot.