Caught Between Fear, Duty, and Doubt

My heart feels unbearably heavy, weighed down by an unnamed dread. Have I reached my limit? Can I truly shoulder all my responsibilities, or am I merely fooling myself? I’m lost in a whirlwind of indecision—should I boldly push forward or quietly walk away? Everything inside me urges retreat, but what if I can’t? Should I suppress these doubts or confront the errors of those who walked away before me? Should I carve out my own path, illuminating it with my own light? Or should I force myself to face the fears that relentlessly consume me? The whispers in my mind are incessant, growing louder, more insistent, until living feels like an afterthought. ‘Fix our mistakes, fix our mistakes,’ they echo, but can I? Should I? Do I even want to? Everyone craves the same outcome, yet fear shackles them. What can I do? It feels like there’s nothing left to do—nothing but to walk away.