No one dares to compare themselves to me without ending up shaming themselves or attempting to shame me out of it.
But sure.
Comparably, I don't have "real problems" like medically serious physical and mental health struggles, didn't had those academic relevant learning issues.
Didn't end up having phobias or intolerance to having ended up being unable to work.
I don't have responsibilities like keeping someone alive and sane, run businesses, or even a commited relationship.
It's not like I've buried a parent (or a child, or someone close), it's not like I'm a victim of an unforgivable crime (nor a perpetrator of one and having it's consequences either ways), nor a tragic collateral of some irreversible event whether it's a mistake, an accident or by natural causes.
And it's not like I'm putting up with unreasonable people, or in an unreasonable place.
I'm not in an abusive relationship, not in a stupid victim roles at home, also not the type to ended up being left out and abandoned.
I'm not a pariah, I'm fairly compensated, I'm not starving, I'm not being robbed and perpetually unsafe, I'm not on a verge of homelessness.
I'm not completely independent. I'm not completely dependent either.
It's just me, really.
I don't have a complicated life. I don't have an interesting life story.
Everyone else had it 'worse' than me.
They either have an excuse why they struggle, or, is doing better in spite of that.
I'm lucky. How unfair.