There really arent enough words or maybe, more accurately, not the right words to describe what I've been experiencing for a few months, maybe as far back as a year and a half. And it feels like it is coming to a crescendo.

It's like a quiet questioning of everything that I am or have done or think or feel. A questioning of all that I have always thought was true or accurate or real. in encompasses people, relationahips, places.

It's almost like peeling an onion. The peeling away reveals a new layer which must also be peeled.

It's so existential that I wonder what will be left of me.

And there is a sense that others are quietly going through this same surreal process.

So, am I alone here? What is this? Spiritual? Metaphysical? Cosmic? Is it just the turning of an age?