Hard Times
Hard times...I'm too stressed. It's splitting me apart seeing my dream fades away and it's killing me that the effort of 6 years dissipates. Motivating myself while everything around pushes me down is such a hard mission. It's as if I'm watching my little son suffocating...such a terrible thing! Running here and there, trying to help him, while I am in so much pain. It's hard to think...my mind is not clear. Decisions are hard to take. Sometimes I surrender to the idea of immigration. I feel I'm fed up. Then, I'm pulled back by the thoughts that I have been defeated and that I gave up my dream. I failed! I cannot achieve my dream and I cannot give up! This is my second time. I once gave up a dream too after struggling too much. What is painful is that my dream is part of me...when I think I cannot make it, I believe I will die...as if I don't have any other options in life. I even believe that I will never succeed in my personal life accordi