It's hard to be hopeful.
I really really want to be hopeful. I want to be able to start imagining my life differently. I want to be able to start imagining myself as a mother.
It seems dangerous. If I hope, my dreams will unfortunately, undoubtedly, come crashing down. If I don't hope, I find myself sinking into a deep depression of reality and loss.
I'm struggling to decide what to feel. Is hope better than avoidance? Is hope better than a realistic approach?
I'm almost afraid to feel to happy. I don't know quite how to describe this, or why this happens, but I find myself holding back even though I intend not to.
I'm not purposefully trying to deprive myself of happiness.
I don't feel as though I'm trying to punish myself for not being a mother right now.
I'm cautious because I never know how long my hope will last. At times, I may feel hopeful for days, perhaps even weeks. Inevitably, this feeling passes as well.
I am consistently inconsistent.
-Heather.
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