Violet Sharp All the world is a cage.
... no progress to report. Still feel hopeless. I’ve even tried writing it out on a marker board, and it looks pretty hopeless. It’s a case of, “If this happens, then I could do this, but it hasn’t and I’m not ready to try this thing and plus this happened so I can’t do that and if I do this, then this will happen and I don’t want that, I want this but I don’t know if I can, plus there’s the problem of this, and if I don’t do that, then this is going to happen…”
It goes on even longer in my head.
I feel like I just barely started to get to a place where I liked my life and myself, and I’m already going to lose it. I am still holding out hope that I don’t have to give it up so soon. Realistically, I am going to lose something I wish I could keep.
I think hope is something you must be born feeling, not taught, because I sure as hell have had no reason to keep doing it. I surprise myself by doing it often.
Thanks for listening.
