lead me back on track, somebody

I'm lost, again.

Uncertainties are blinding my vision, shrouding my hopes and dreams with a black cape.

It's blocking my path. No, I just realized it's not. It's misting up, fogging my vision. I don't know what to do.

I'm filled with gnawing anxiety, worries and insecurities. Is this the route I really want to walk down? Is that what I envision myself to be? What makes me so sure that I can do it?

The number of questions corroding my confidence are countless. It's rusty already.

What am I to do now? :(

Feed me with large dosages of healing self-esteem; lend me a walking stick.

No, I won't be hand-held, I won't be spoon-fed. 'Tis a battle of my own, I fight it myself; or let me be owned.