Walking Wounded

At times I think I see what Moses was up against. Trying to lead of bunch of misfits chained up in old ways of thinking and missing the comforts of their former chains. People afraid to break free and take what is theirs because it's just more comfy to stay bound than it is to do something different.
It has become crystal clear to me lately how much of life has been wasted and I refuse to waste anymore, and despite the fact it ain't my job, I can't seem to get anyone else to see that. Seems like at every turn I encounter rampant fear and walls so high a wrecking ball can't get through. I can't relate; I'm glad I can't relate but it sure is frustrating.
Fear is blinding. Fear of failure, past ones mostly, fear of loosing security, falsely sensed usually, fear of the pain of facing the truth about ourselves.. the list is huge, but Lord what a waste! I despise it so.
Even with the stumbling failures and moments of panic I have put myself through, one thing has always been clear to me and that was a need to change at all costs. I didn't do it so good, but I knew it had to be done and there was never any turning back. The pain had to be faced and not ignored.
My frustration at the moment is I am surrounded at times with these walking wounded people who won't listen, don't care and are wasting the same time I wasted for so damn long. I suppose it's a nice psycho babble warm fuzzy that I no longer feel I have to MAKE them change, that is truly a relief, but God how they chap my butt. I should have more patience with them, but I don't.
The most interesting part of where I am now is a bit of a surprise. After all the work, pain and tears of the last 5 or so years, I finally get it. I finally feel that sense of wholeness and joy and acceptance of myself and my life; yet, I am lonelier now than before. I want to think that's because my former feelings of companionship were lies based on mutual dysfunctions. I only thought I wasn't alone. I suppose perception is everything. Had I known health would leave me in this desert, I'm not so sure I would have kept going.
Hopefully, this is only a season and soon I will find a band of fellow travelers closer to where I am. After all, I am not going to back up just to not be lonely. Surely there are others here, somewhere.