Have you ever had a dream? A dream that you fought for? A dream that you just held on to?
I did.
Its a painful realization... but one that I must come to accept. Not all dreams come true.
For years I have prayed... and questioned what am I doing wrong? But as the tears fell, there was no answer. As hard as it was to accept, this was a dream, possibly even an illusion that I had made up in my heart...
I consider myself to be a hopeful person. I like to put things in a way that there is never a need to give up... always trying, always another chance but there are times when what I had played out in my head as the perfect dream doesn't happen.
Last week I was feeling very very lonely... sad, hurt... which is odd - I have a husband who loves me and is always there and four wonderful kids who never miss a step lol... but I just had this overwhelming sense of feeling alone - I realized that the reason I was feeling this way was because I was mourning of the death of my dream. My friend Nina helped me to understand that its okay to feel this way and that I wasn't nutty for feeling what I was... But she also helped me realize that when there is a death - there is a process, a cycle we must face.
So now I must take that step toward the healing process.
