My whole life has been spent battling with myself internally; every day is a struggle with what I will or wont believe about myself. I know how it feels to go to bed dreaming of better tomorrows, and waking to the very same nightmare of self-realisation that you’ve had for years. Life moves so quickly that it’s like dashes of colour, light and blur. I reach out to grab a hold of it, and my hand slides through the shimmer. I open my eyes wider to try to see things from a different perspective; but the truth blinds me to the point where I am still left without understanding. Everyone around me seems to be able to soak in all that is necessary for them to feel satisfied with where they’re at in life; and me, well I go through the motions of my days. I am living, I am achieving, but every moment; is just another second guess of whether or not I am doing enough in order to simply be considered ‘Okay’.