Whining about how miserable it is might feel good for a while, and that's okay. Go for it! Find a few people who will commiserate with you. But then you've got to take that big breath and dive in again, knowing that every time you do this, you are learning more about your strength.
I was just thirteen years old, a girl in Communist Yugoslavia growing up under Tito. We all lived in constant fear. At this time, everything was in short supply and I was pleading with my mother for a dress, any dress. I had no new clothes, ever, in my young memory.