I give up on my stutter. Any responses would be greatly appreciated.

I give up on my stutter. Any responses would be greatly appreciated. If you don't try, you can't fail. And if you have zero expectations, you can never be disappointed. And if you're never disappointed you never get angry which means you never get sad which means you never remain unhappy. You are always happy. You create your own happiness. Money doesn't matter it's just an illusion. As long as you are surviving with food on the table and a roof over your head, you being happy is your own choice. Why should I bother trying? I sound like a nervous wreck on camera when other people can close their eyes in their drowsy speech and sound better than me. I have terrible self-confidence. I have had this stutter since I was f--king 3 years old. And I STILL can't talk to strangers without having to think twice over my stutter. My voice still sounds like a 7-year old squealing. I can't present in front of a group of 20 people my own age without everyone in the room looking at me with pity in their eyes. And the only job in the world that I have any kind of interest in, in that I actually see it is a passion rather than a requirement, requires me to be able to speak fast, coherently, and without any "uh"s, or any other cluttering. When I speak even without my stutter, I always sound like I'm out of breath. My voice is always so out of key. I wanted to try and sound like Michael Jackson's soft voice until I realized that took away more of my breath and was way easier thought than done. Whenever I read, I lose breath so easily. It's like I don't even know how to talk. I don't know. And anger and jealousy fills up inside sometimes when I look at the crooked voice I have compared to 99% of the world which doesn't have this issue. Stuttering is literally going to be the disability which prevents me from getting the one job I actually wanted. No one would ever hire me to speak. The best chance I have is no chance. "Hakuna Matata. What a wonderful phrase. Hakuna Matata. Ain't no passing craze. It means no worries for the rest of your days." - Timon, Pumbaa, and Simba Well said. Then again, isn't happiness an illusion. I'll make my own. Even with having this eternal brain tumor known as a stutter.