I had found myself panicking and dreading it all. For no reason other than the way I was handling balancing my long term pain with trying to be the person I want people to think I am - a sassy PR with a penchant for gin and tonic and not a care in the world, basically taking fake it till you make it a wee bit too far until I knew something had to give.
I am so scared. I am terrified that I will fail. Those are the two sentences I am afraid to say out loud. I am terrified to admit that I don't think I'm good enough. It is a daunting thought... can I actually do this? I'm I strong enough, am I smart enough; do I have enough guts and get go to go and get my dreams?