There are a few things we all share as human beings. For instance, I've come to believe that we all think everyone else (or at least most people) is somehow coping better with life than we are.
Some of us can even come to believe there is something unique, odd or unusual about what we think and feel. That we are the only person that suffers in this particular way.
It can certainly be easy to look around, at the strangers that inhabit our day, and see people, well dressed, busily hurrying from one place to another all looking very "together." It can equally be easy to allow ourselves to feel that we aren't anywhere near as well dressed, hard working, on to it, or as diligent.
But all of this is based on a very understandable, and increasingly common, misunderstanding.
We have unlimited access to our own experience, we know that we feel shaky, unconfident, uncertain, unattractive, miserable and anxious at times. We know more about ourselves than we will ever know about anyone else.