Do I Dare to Hope?

hopeOptions. For a long time I’ve been presented time after time with options…and each time I thought for a second, I could see the light at the end of tunnel. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe this time my life would go back to what people called normal.

Yet, I soon lost count of how many times I failed. It still didn’t prevent me from feeling hope the minute I entered the room to hear another option that would mark as the new beginning of my life and the end of this horribly long, tragic stage I was in.

It was incredibly naive of me. Every time I was in that room with my guidance counselor, I felt invincible. During those moments, I really felt I could do it. I could become that girl that I once was. I could become the woman everyone expected me to be…a woman with a bright and successful future.

So soon, I became scared. I started to not keep in contact with the school, no longer wanting to fail again at reviving what was left of me. It was months till I entered that office again, two days ago. I hate myself for saying it, but again I felt hope. I know feeling hope is good and it should be. But it can still be so disappointing.

That same day, later in the evening I met my therapist. The first thing she told me was that I looked bright. I smiled, remembering how my mother had said the same in the morning. I replied that when I was truly happy you could easily tell from my demeanor.

I told her how excited I was, that despite missing two years of high school, I could still attend college in September and progress to my dream college later on in the year. I was happy, but I admitted that I was terrified. I honestly didn’t know what I would do to make this time finally work.

She asked me what felt different about this time. I still blush at the thought that I had let myself get fooled in believing that this time did feel different and I told her this as well. While the other times I entered, I had just waited for the days to go by till it would be ready for me to begin school again because my whole life, the only thing I had ever known was being a student. (And I mean more than others). My sister and I were taught to be more academically driven than others and we basically grew up working to excel in our studies. Academics were the center of our lives and the minute we entered high school , we our out from 6am to 8pm to pack our resume for college.

However this time though, I entered the room already moving on with my life rather than just waiting for the next opportunity that would allow me to jump back into the rhythm of things without anyone else realizing where I had gone. One way I had moved on was with this blog, and another was that I had gotten an interview for a job this Friday.

So, I let myself believe this time felt different. Maybe I really was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. But when that hope is gone…will I once again be left with only time as my company?

For that fear, I tell myself over and over again, don’t hope, don’t feel…just stop before you hurt yourself again Fai. What if this time is another failed attempt of you trying to live again? What will you do then?



  1. The thing is, that if you have hope…then you can’t already predict failure. Right? And if you remember how good it feels to have someone see you shine and recognizing it not only from them..but for yourself, that should be a goal you could strive for. Don’t overwhelm yourself with too many daily goals. Start with a few and go from there. Shine Baby Shine!

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    • Thank you for the support! I’m actually going to write a post with good news about having hope within today! Your comment helped a lot in calming me down when things began to go well for me. ❤ Thank you so much 😀

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  2. I am sure many can relate to what you’ve shared…ambivalence is part of the process when you’ve been blind-sided by hope-stealing trauma…I think I have an understanding of your fears, and, on the other hand, I agree with the above comment…try to tell yourself not to listen to that voice that warns you not to trust in hope, and take it one baby step at a time…imagine that your hope is a spark and tell yourself that you are not going to blow it out for fear that the winds of change will blow it out anyway. Protect your hope–breathe life into it….use positive self-talk to remind yourself of your dreams for a wonderful life in the here and now…you can do this….you are doing this…keep up the great work….I am proud of you 🙂

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    • ❤ Thank you! I seriously can't explain the feelings I felt when I read this. The support means so much, especially when put in such lovely words. Thank you for being proud of me. I'm going to try not be scared, and be proud of myself when I want to be as well. 🙂

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