The Midnight Panic

Dear Delyara, I’m thirty-five, and I still don't know what I’m doing. I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding, convinced that I’m in the wrong life. I look at my house, my car, my desk, and I don't recognize any of it. Is this it? Is this the "happily ever after" I was promised? I feel like I’m waiting for a version of myself that is never going to arrive. I’m terrified that I’m just going to keep going through the motions until I run out of time, never having actually lived.