Every day hope does scare me. I imagine it is all in vain. My mom was always getting crazy ideas in her head. Well - not that crazy, but every week or month it was something new: new job, new place to move to, new business idea. Since it was just the 2 of us I hoped right along with her. I supported her in every dream she had. Then I watched it "fail" every time and I watched her become depressed again and just keep drinking. So hope is dangerous for me. But... I realize I have to change the way I see hope. For me, hope is small. Self-doubt is mostly what takes up my mind. But hope is the tiny flicker of light, not so much about "tomorrow" but that I can be loved and accepted by the universe just exactly the way that I am.
How does hope terrify you?
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Keep this in mind, that you are important.
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