Let me rephrase...

I'm not sick. I'm unfulfilled. What a state of mind I've been stuck in. "I can't, I'm sick. I can't I can't." No. I can. Yes. I can. That's been the issue. I can, but I haven't. I've focused on a label or a symptom to try to identify what it is I really need. I've been assuming there's something wrong with me, and that problem is my only source of identity. I've been scared to budge, and this fear has staked me into the ground and given me ample excuses as to why I am where I am. Why I am the way I am.

I'm not sick. I'm searching. I already have answers, but I still need more. That said, I'll never have them all, and that's alright.

I'm not sick. I'm scared. Nothing wrong with being scared. It's dangerous though, when that fear shackles you, imprisons you. Fear is a deep root cause of so many other problems in the world. A dark tree of peril all stemming from that same damn seed.

I'm not sick. I know exactly what I want to do with my life, a variety of things. Not one straight path. I know what I want, and I finally think I'm beginning to see potential, answers.

I'm beginning to see hope.