Some time ago, my self-esteem suffered a puncture. I don’t remember what caused it. I began to deflate; I could feel my confidence escaping in the days, weeks, months and years that have since passed. As a result, I have been in a constant battle for control. It’s as if time is speeding up, the world outside flies by, I’m no longer in the driving seat. I feel like a passenger in my own life. I become more erratic, as I start to panic. I’m losing my grip on the path that I have taken.
If only I carried a spare.