when i first walked in the door to my therapist's office, i had no hope ... and i didn't even know it.

i was convinced i would be alone for the rest of my life, that i was doomed to jobs where i hated the work and the people and that the safest place was my apartment.

that is changing... slowly but surely, because of therapy with this amazing woman. she offered me hope in that very first meeting, which scared me enough to frighten me away... but i kept coming back.

i see the proof in my life almost every day now ... i have small dreams that i have envisioned and they have come true... i'm starting to believe i have have the bigger dreams too.

i just finished writing down a dream in my journal ... a vision of the life that I want ... and there are large parts of me that actually believe it's possible... (the other parts are anxious and scared, but i'm working on that)... and that made me a bit emotional and i just wanted to share it.

my therapist gave me the gift of hope . even in my struggles, i am amazed and thankful by this feeling every day.

thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings.