Epilogue

This is the end of a story.

My story.

To be more accurate, I should call it the end of a chapter, but that doesn't feel like giving the right emphasis to the huge "THE END" which I want to place over this particular time in my life. I feel horrible. And I just want it to end.

The centre of all this is me. I thought I knew myself, but it turn out that I had everyone fooled, including myself. Now that I know what I really am like, I don't even trust myself.

It'll be a while before I have faith in myself, and my old self-confidence comes back.

At least, from this low point, the only way is up.