Confused

I don't know what's going on, yet I suspect the culprit rests above.  My mind is playing tricks on me.  Is it the anticipation of love's arrival what's making me feel so overwhelmed?  I don't know why I feel as if I'm in pain when everything is fine.  Could I be going through social withdrawal?  I come home, exhausted, and I look at my supportive wife who will do anything for me, and I feel so guilty for not being able to explain to her what's going on.

Will I be a fit papa?  How am I going to bring a person into the world when I haven't sorted out my own shit, let alone everyone else's?  Is this a panic attack?  Life is good, what the fuck do I have to panic about?

This commute is unpleasant.  I really think it's that.  I can't bear to be so far from my family and I've even questioned, on what's certainly a daily basis, my decisions.  Fuck, man, I've got to remain positive.

Do my happy dance, do my happy dance, do my happy dance...repeat.