Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.
“Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!”
“I don't like lifts and will walk up 20 flights of stairs if I have to. Crowded rooms make me uncomfortable, too, although I can sing to a stadium full of thousands of people no bother.”