Walking Frost's Path

It's all me.
It's all in my head.
The anxiety and bullshit are all figments of this lonely demented brain. 
The past year has done a job on me.  I have seen a side of myself that I didn't know existed and I am struggling to recover. 
There was a time when I was confident and assured and that side of me seems to have taken a little vacation amidst the hurricane that has been my recent history.  I am no longer driving.  I have lost control.  The wheel is steering but not by my hand.  I have forgotten how. 
I am a mess still. 
But I am better than I have been. 
I see things differently now. 
My sight may still be clouded by a haze of lonely insecurity, but I see it.  I know it is there.  I need some help in getting past it.  I have chosen Frost's road and am truly walking an untrodden path.  The roots and stones still trip me up.  My footing is unsure. 
But I see something else besides the fucking storm. 
That's at least a step in the right direction.