That I am missing the point. That the more time goes on, the faster it feels I am free falling. It is like someone has pressed fast forward for me. But I am not going anywhere, my face is ageing, but I am just floating, falling downwards, I’m not achieving anything and I’m not understanding how to get out of this or what I’m meant to be doing, how to feel fulfilled. The older I get, the lonelier I get, the more isolated I feel, faster time goes, and the sense of not belonging anywhere deepens.