I used to be a blamer. I used to have every damn excuse why my life wasn't the way I wanted it to be, how I expected it to be, how I deserved it to be. I would blame the world, my friends, my family, my body, my mind - giving up every responsibility that I could possibly have to myself. And that made it pretty fucking easy never to change at all. So I would complain and be sad, punish myself and feel awful because I had a crappyass job and I hated my shitty miserable life, I hated the way I looked but blamed that for everything else that was wrong - and instead of doing anything, I just wished away a decent chunk of two entire fucking decades.
Guess what? Wishing for anything won't make it happen. You can dream all you want, but you need to start actually acting on your desires. All it takes is a little bit of action every single day. Know who you are, know what you want. Stop blaming the rest of the world for all the things that you don't fucking like. Remember nobody else is going to do this for you. If people believe in you as much as you believe in yourself, they might be willing even to help you along the way. If they see that you have no hope, no drive, no passion, why would they do it for you on your behalf?
You can try anything, you might fail, you might succeed: you will definitely grow. Be unafraid of your potential and your desire. Stop making excuses and start making progress. If you're always moving in the right direction, your speed doesn't really matter. There is only one person in the world who you can hold responsible for your path in life, and that's YOU. Make yourself proud every day in a little way.
I could end this post right now on that gloriously uplifting note. But I'm not going to. Because it's just not that fucking easy to like yourself when you've spent years trying not to gag when you look in the mirror. You're not just going to ditch your job tomorrow because deep down you've always known it's not where you're meant to be. You're going to need to plan. You're going to need to dig really fucking deep to work out how you got where you are and how you go about getting the fuck out. You're going to trip up. You're going to have bad days. Chances are, it will be wayyyyyyy fucking shitter before it starts getting better. So, why is it worth it?
Because it will get better. You will get better. And one day, you'll look back and you'll realise, every time you tried to change, you did. Only a little bit each time, until you became the person you wanted to be.