All I see is rubble falling around me everywhere I look. The weight of my own expectations making me crumble. The fear sets in. Fear of being unworthy, fear of being left behind, and the fear of not being considered good enough by a profession I have poured my heart and soul into.

What is it that I lack? Am I really not as good as I consider myself to be? I’ve begun to feel weary of this facade I put on every day, acting like I am not mentally berating myself for not being accepted anywhere.

I feel panicked. I try to forget my worries but they eat at me from deep within. How much longer must I bear this relentless onslaught of my own mind? I am a prisoner who holds a key but I cannot seem to unlock my way out of this prison. It’s almost as if the keyhole is too small.

But I will make it through, I always have. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel, always a silver lining. It might be taking too long this time, but I believe that my struggle will be rewarded. What other choice do I have other than to believe?

~The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it~