I think looking back at a time in my life, I was happier, i was not in the happiest place ever, but i knew how to make the most of it, and i did truly and simply feel happy, integrated, and myself. Now I am just a shadow of who I used to be, and I realized that when I looked back one sudden moment, and it was all ... Gone? I am suddenly everything that collapsed and nothing that stood, it was all pure and vast grey, as if you took some white paint and back paint and smeared them randomly. It can never always be white or black I get it, but the dullness of seeing the grey everywhere in my life makes me question if this is the right path for me, if this is the right thing to do, if i am the right person for me. And I am overly and sensitively done with this cycle that keeps going on and on and on never stopping to let me take a breath, but swings hard enough to strip me of everything that makes me myself. It gets exhausting, it really does but i can not get off the ride, because if i do, i will have to live the rest of my life with that kind of ugly throat blocking feeling of deception. It is just between my pride and I, i guess. But is it really this hard or am I just overreacting?! Does it have to be this hard? I can not get a second in my day where my mind is just free, no worries, no problems, no insecurities, no bitter feelings. And things keep pulling and pulling until my skin is bruised. I want what I had once, I want to have that person again, That person who .. who I so want to be. I want that back so badly but i can not waste any more minutes in my past. It feels trapping. I'm trying my best but it does not pay off, I'm trying everything and i don't feel any personal growth, it makes me want to cry.