Scared?

Me? Yup. I'm scared of what the future holds for me. When I have written about the unknown before me and the nothing that is my life, the nothing that exists in this existence, I meant it. This is it.  I dared myself to do something different. I did it and I failed. In that failure, I dug myself a hole that I thought I couldn't get out of, but I somehow managed. The thing is that I slid back in, and this time I have lost the strength and confidence, perhaps even the faith that helped me out of it in the first place. I now find myself sitting at the bottom of the hole looking up, but I can no longer see the sky.