Overwhelmed

I hate when you feel like you have been walking down the yellow brick road and you are finally going to meet the wizard...then bam the feeling the wicked witch is watching you through her crystal ball comes over you. That eerie feeling that a flying monkey is going to grab you and take you away! Sigh with so much going on in life its hard to ever feel like you are going to get to the wizard and find out you really are just fine minus a little boost in confidence- do we ever truly become stable adults? Or do we just push forward with life and hope that the instability becomes more of a slight dizziness? Do we ever get to the end?