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For the first time in my life, or at least in as long as I can remember, I'm not sure if I'm going to be okay. Even in what I imagined were difficult times, I could still make out the light at the end of the tunnel; I knew deep down that in the end things would be all right, even if I didn't yet know how. I have recently realized that I've handled my whole life by looking forward and aiming at a specific point... and I only feel secure when I can see that target ahead and know in which direction to orient myself.

Being on this directionless path now scares me a bit. I can't see the end and I don't know the way and I don't know how things will turn out. And perhaps what I'm most unaccustomed to is walking it alone.