What if I'm in school for the wrong thing? What if I would make a great nurse, and have wasted so much time doing something else?
What if I hate my job?
What if I never get a job?
What if I never finished school?
Where is my summer tuition payment coming from?
....And so the spiral began. Into the deep dark hole of insecurity and uncertainty; of wanting to run away and leave everything behind; of feeling miserable about being my age and not having a definitive plan of action, or a clear course laid out.
But, instead of clamming up and losing my head, I decided to start writing... and I ended up with a poem.