I've realized - and am beginning to try and change this after months of paralyzing depression - that my whole life, I've had great ambition but no tangible accomplishments. I'll think of a grandiose project, activity, or relationship to foster, but will quickly abandon them. Fear of failure? Probably, and a deeply rooted belief that I am incapable of anything great. Rince, repeat. 
I think was has kept me afloat this whole time was this superficial idea I had of myself, whereas my dreams were internalized as a sense of self. It all came crumbling down when I noticed how empty and shallow I really was. I am now building myself up from the ground, this time with real love and dedication in my heart. For the first time in my life, I'm actually giving myself the care that I deserve, and in return, am able to care more about people and things. Anyone has had a similar experience or epiphany? 