“I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out.”*

*Not mine. Author unknown

Do you ever have those out of the body moments when you just scan through your life trying to make sense of things, with questions like “how did I get here?” and “where will I go now?” floating around you?

Do you ever feel like you don’t do enough? That regardless where you go, you always end up circling around to the same traps?

Do you ever feel like you’re wasting your life, like you’ve accomplished nothing, but at the same time wouldn’t take anything back?

Do you ever wondered how much longer you can keep lying to yourself, believing in fulfilling dreams that you have no clue how to pursue?

Do you ever feel like giving up might be easy, but know that would mean dying inside?

Do you ever wonder why everything has to be a struggle with you? Why you’re in this constant battle with yourself?

Do you ever wonder if you’ve been doing this wrong the whole time?

Do you still wonder if one day things might change?

Are you ever scared of the answer?