Since October when it became clear I would have to give up some of my hopes and dreams I feel I haven’t been myself. I seem to lack focus and I have felt lost, defeated and frankly sad. There has been no shortage of tears. I have never considered myself a victim and I don’t want to start now. So after months and months of being in this dark place, I feel like I need to stand up for myself and look life in the face. I need to try and reconnect with my optimism, I need to channel a little Pollyanna.
This past year has been tough, I have felt isolated and very alone. But the one thing I had to hold onto was my hopes and dreams. They were my source of inspiration and motivation, especially with my agoraphobia. I would use them to motivate me to try harder, push further and most importantly, not to backslide. And sometimes they were just a bright spot in my day. It wasn’t about whether or not they would come true, although that would have been great, it was about believing that life can be better. That’s where I can tap into my Pollyanna. She has gotten me through some hard times in my life. But in the last few months she seems to be as lost as I feel.
I feel like if I don’t try to stand up and face life it is going to just run me over. It sounds so easy, but lacking focus and motivation is making it hard. Plus if you factor in the loss at the center of those hopes and dreams, it feels like a step hill to climb. So, I’m going to start to push myself and it maybe only tiny steps in the beginning, like in the beginning of therapy with my agoraphobia. If I’m lucky along the way I will find some other hopes and dreams, but they will never replace the ones I have lost.