I feel a little bit panicky. A little paranoid. A whole lot unsure. Perhaps a tint of depressed. I feel confused and overwhelmed. I am suddenly floundering in this tumultuous sea which I used to have under reign. At least, I used to pretend I did. I feel a little undone, a little unwound. I feel shook up.
Most importantly, I feel. I feel as though I am alive. I feel as though I am really in this moment.
And I’m not sure if I’m looking at the world in some sort of renewed clarity or if my vision is so blurred that I just think I am.
What am I even doing here? Who do I think I am? What else do I have? What do I do from here? Will this all go away if I ignore it enough? Am I strong enough to handle this?