Padded Walls

This morning brings panic. Not only were my dreams extremely violent, but I arose with a constricted heart, a spinning head and all of the "shouldas" whirling ceaselessly through my psyche.
 
Who am I?
 
Where am I going?
 
Why am I so fearful?
 
This will pass, but in the midst of it I feel helpless...swirling, spinning tornadicly, and moving through the banal motions of a wasted life.
 
India be with me...