“Like of someone not quite at home” -Jim Morrison

This uneasy feeling of being not quite at home has hit me once again. It’s hard for me to put into words, which alarms me even more. I feel as though I’m going through the motions, and everyday is blurred around the edges. I am sitting on the sidelines, cheering life on from the bleachers as I watch it go by. What is one to do when they have become paralyzed by the fear of living?