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One thing you will realize when you get to know me is that I have a tendency to worry. A lot. About important things or useless tiny things. Sometimes I worry so much I get sick.

Lately, things have gotten out of control. I don't even know who I am anymore. Am I a brave person? Quiet? Scared? Honest? Caring? I never really knew who I was, but I had a loose grip on who I thought I was becoming. I feel as if I was a nice, neat stack of papers that was carelessly knocked down and spilled everywhere. Imagine the mess that makes. I feel as if I am paralized and cannot reach down to pick myself up.

Honestly, I don't know what to do. Believe me, I have my happy moments and I am not depressed in any way, I just feel helpless sometimes. Doesn't everyone?