After all that has happened, I thought I would be more excited at life. Instead, I feel frustrated and helpless at the lack of improvement. To top it all off, I'm just loosing steam and drive.
After taking the biggest plunge of my life, there's not been any sign of it picking up and I feel like I've reached a dead end. Plus, I seem rather content to try hold on to status quo whilst I can. Logically-speaking, I should do something, but I'm afraid to do something and quite comfortable albeit rather guilty of not trying. Little things get me down, I can't play the same part of a song for the pass few weeks. Progress is snail-paced, which really frustrates me also. I used to learn fast and enjoy it, but now, because of the lack of progress I don't enjoy it. It frustrates me because I don't know why I just can't learn it. I also make new habits out of new mistakes adding to the frustration I feel. After which I decide, the frustration is just not worth it and come back another time, where the cycle just repeats itself.
Resting does not even feel like resting. Instead, I wake up just as tired as when I slept. As a result, I have the memory of a goldfish, I can't remember things I saw only seconds or minutes ago. It stresses my mind to force myself to remember things.
So afraid I will forget, so afraid I will fail and so afraid that I would look stupid.
So I guess, it's all just fear.
A lot of fear.