Ever have those moments when it feels like your whole life is falling apart, crumbling at your feet as you shuffle towards the end? When all you can do is just sit, waiting for the inevitable.

But why?

I always ask this question, and to a degree I know; I understand the irrational thinking behind my twisted logic. And yet, these cycles continue, each time the reoccuring depression feels as raw and new as ever.

Success is what drives me. So it is reasonable to assume then, its my lack of it which brings these feelings on.