Yes! This is so true! I think it was particularly bad for me because I had really enjoyed all my teenage years up to that point. I hadn't had any of the usual struggles and conflicts with school or parents during my adolescence, so early adulthood was a real shock.

But 49 is a delight. I fit my skin.

Likewise, for me, at 30. But I'm not sure being told that by a thirty-year-old (or forty-nine-year-old) would have helped me at all. One of the worst things about being eighteen: you believe your pain is the worst anyone has ever experienced, and that it is unique. One of things that probably helped me fit my skin was realising that a lot of people had felt what I was feeling, and survived.