“I feel strick in life.feetering on the edge of something, but no jumping – I keep accepting co asdfadsf ”

I feel strick in life.feetering on the edge of something, but no jumping - I keep accepting componises in myself,my work ,my relectionships and an leftwith a feeling of contant tenstion for not 'living' as i feel in my heart.Maybe my dreams are unrealistic and foolish? I feel frozen; hope less at times.where did my ''self'' go?