Breaking out of ME

Breaking out of the old me...this is exactly what I'm aiming to accomplish here.  I haven't known who I am for quite some time and having TIME on my hands I have had nothing to do but delve solely into that; ME!  It was terrifying at first and then as I sat with myself and my thoughts I began to understand. I can not expect to come out of a coma and pick up where I left off unless by some miracle.  I realize that it's going to take patience and time.  Time is of the essence so they say, but patience, I have none left.  I am fed up!  I'm tired of making mistake after mistake. I'm tired, I'm sick and fucking tired.  Having to pick up the pieces of myself as if I've been through a battle and the carnage left behind is strewn for miles.  I'm sick of feeling that there is no end in sight.  I'm drained, both physically and emotionally.  There is absolutely nothing left for me to fight for other than myself, my dignity (what's left of it).  I have minimal strength left and the courage I used to know, has taken shelter, trembling with unease, because it knows not what lies ahead yet what has been left behind.  It's the same tale over and over again as I see it.  I will overcome this and when all is said and done, those who have helped me through this journey, this discovery of self, will prevail as well as I, and I will recognize and be most grateful. I think I can, (The Little Engine that Could), I think I can, I think I can....