I felt disconnected and preoccupied for a long time.
Despite the mounting worry deep down, I never lost hope.
I took what came my way, making the most out of every possibility.
I held on, blindly believing that something would shift and eventually come my way.
Night after night I clung to my pillow, talking, praying and crossing fingers.
After what seemed like an eternal battle with hope, hoping and remaining hopeful, that disconnected part inside of me is once again breathing life.
What a relief!
There were nights when I wondered if I would ever be heard.
Now that the worrying is over, I still remain hopeful.
I needed to put myself out there, know that I still am capable of negotiating my wants and needs and realizing that it really is all up to me and not anyone else.
My future is solely mine.