More frequently than not these days, I've been waking up with a nagging anxiety that I'm not doing enough, or never will. This has lead me to pandering, in many ways to gain a sense of significance.
Today I hit my limit, and I feel like a nobody. A failure. And it's okay. This is going to be my time to reassess who I am and what I am doing. I think I need to write down a few ideas for myself of what's going on and spend time alone.