I’m living in existential angst. I have a heightened awareness of the things going on around me and, I’m sad to say, I’m miserable for it.
I kind of wish I knew what is wrong with me these days. I can’t seem to break out of this funk, this fear, and this paranoid cycle. Every time I’m able to rationalize away my concerns, they some how come back stronger and more prominent in my mind.
Is this what it’s like to go crazy? Or at least, is this what it’s like to drive yourself crazy?
I’m not sure what I can do at this point. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to face my fears, head on, damn the consequences or the terror that comes with it. But how do I go about facing a fear that has no form, no face, and no way for confrontation?
Sigh.
I’m trying to be the best that I can. I really am. But I’m falling short again and again, and I don’t feel like there’s much of an end in sight to the way that I’m feeling.
I know there’s a solution to all of this. I know there’s got to be some kind of way to guide myself out of this mess. I just don’t know where to begin.