Being single ***is*** ***hard***. Living in your own money is hard, but fulfilling. I have no parents, entirely on my own, since age 17. Fitness ***is hard***, especially when you have severe medical issues like CHF (with an ICD), T2D and the various issues that come with those, like obesity, all by age 29. Got scared straight with the reality of gastric sleeve, and now really focused on fitness. 317lbs at start of year, down to 267. Goal of 250 by June. Job ***is hard***. Not having a job commensurate with your skills/education level/experience is even harder a pill to swallow. Being relegated to menial, low skill/low paying jobs drains and crushes the soul. Stuttering ***is hard***; crushes the soul, defeats your confidence, dims your spirit, mutes your personality, relegates your self esteem to naught. Being, (and feeling) helpless/hopeless/all alone in a world filled with billions of people is ***hardest***.