It's hard to know what is going on in one's life, or what direction it is going. It seems, all too often, we are blindfolded and ask to follow a hand we don't necessarily trust.
Perhaps it is post-graduate depression. Or perhaps it is a sense of knowing that I can be wrong and right at the same time. Whatever it is, it's hard to escape the feeling of being trapped even as I am being forced to move. Going somewhere, but at the behest of my captors.
I usually don't try to feel things, and when I do, I don't share them, because at some point, I was taught that having feelings of any sort is wrong. If I am not happy, I need to get over it. Melo