Yes I do. There are some things that just make be super uncomfortable that I just can't seem to get past, but are required for life. The biggest one is money. Money scares the crap out of me. More than ANYYTHING else. You link something to money? I'll freak out. If you don't have it, you can't buy food, and thus can't live. It's required in the modern world, yet it's so fragile and can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I am afraid to look at my bank account. I get anxious every time I log in, even when I know it's fine, and this has been going on since I was 18 and I still have issues. I want money to be simple: you earn it, you spend it. No interest up, no interest down. Just simple. Yet, it seems like life demands all kind of things to complicate money (and thus increase the risk of losing it). I am in the dark with a lot of its complexities, but I am honestly to scared and confused to look into it more. I'm 24 and still don't own a credit card, and am not getting one until I have to (which I hope is never). Luckily I have gotten comfortable with the concept of bills, but it still makes me anxious every time I have to pay even when I know I can afford it no problem. I also never want to have a car payment, I just want to buy one down. I also plan to never own a home.
With all that said... I refuse to accept that I am "too fragile for life". I don't want to be too fragile. I absolutely hate it. I try and force myself to be not-fragile. Much of the time I force myself to break through it and move on. I have to. I do not define myself by my weaknesses or shortcomings. At the same time though... it's
really draining. I wonder sometimes if the reason I have depression issues is because I force myself to do things that I really am not emotionally cut out to do all the time. I sort of just keep trying until I run myself into the ground. I suppose in a way I am just angry that I have all these internal shortcomings and flawed coping mechanisms, so I am like "you know what... FUCK YOU! Fuck these short comings! I'm going to do this shit anyway *nanny-nanny-boo-boo* you can't stop me.". But it's pretty patchwork. It's all of this that when the
hyperbole and a half book came out it was super comforting.
So, yes I am too fragile for life, but I refuse to accept that and try anyway, and just get beat up in the process.