Mental Block

I am holding my breath...waiting for the right moment to breathe again. My eyes are closed my head is spinning. I am shrouded in a fog that I cannot see through. I am wading through an unknown and there are moments I feel alone. I wonder who I can turn to.. I wonder if I should turn to anyone. I am holding my breath and I am suffocating... It seems like waiting is all I'm ever doing these days. Waiting for paperwork. Waiting for opportunities. Waiting for people. Waiting for the stove to get warm. I feel as though I am going no where slowly and I am just waiting for who knows what. Hopefully, I'll look back on this post in a few months and know what I have been waiting for, because by then I would have surely experienced what I've been waiting for. Anyway, a month ago I was in Japan, in my tiny, messy apartment. Now, I am back in the room I grew up in. A room I decorated and painted. A room filled with so many memories, so much so that it feels as though I have been thrust ...