I went to an Ivy League and work as a software engineer. Not bragging (going to those places will teach how full of shit they are and the reputation means nothing) but I would’ve thought my life now is impossible as a senior in high school.  You really don’t get it until  you encounter someone with a worse stutter than you who is more successful than you.  This isn’t something you can logic yourself into believing. You either see it firsthand and realize that motherfucker doesn’t care (many still do) but they don’t let it get to them (this is true for all successful stutterers).  You are going to live 80 or so years and then die. You will always be a victim of stuttering and it will forever have you wondering « what if I didn’t stutter ». You can also make things much harder and worse on yourself than you’d otherwise need it.  There are countless people who we would have thought have the perfect life and yet they end up killing themselves for whatever reason they thought was worth it (and some of them are right unfortunately … note: this is holocaust level shit but even then a lot of them pushed on).  My brother had his leg amputated when he was young and has a stutter. I have a stutter. I could always have it worse.   At some point you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and grind.  For you « men » out there this doesn’t mean you become an idiot and just block out the suffering we experience. What I’m saying is there is a time and place for grinding and another for wallowing in the misery God has granted us.  (And by men I don’t mean men men I mean those of us that forget our emotions … women do this too (and those of us in between and outside)).