The Future

Despite my vivid imagination, it is extremely difficult for me to see my future. It is hard going from a place of bleakness, where you hope everyday is your last, to wherever hope lives. “Hope” in and of itself is uncertainty. Wishing for the best, is just that… a wish. It does not offer you any guarantees. That lack of security only feeds into my anxiety. I d not feel settled or even content. 


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