My American dream…
My American dream was to become a Journalist so I could bring to light real stories of real people going through real life because I knew the news only told 3/4's of a story to say that they had some sort of integrity. As I got a little older I wanted to become a Psychologist so I could help my community have access to mental health services on sliding scale fee. However, my dreams ended up becoming dreams because I had no family to support me when I tried. My need to feel protection and love from a man led me to numerous abusive relationships. The image of myself that I have allowed other's to paint because I was stuck in wanting to please them left me empty yet very destructive. A 39 I have new dreams and goals that I am working on and I am not allowing anyone or anything to stop me. I owe this to myself.
Theme(s)
Family, Faith