But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

                                                                        – Yeats

My current struggles seem to center around my faults.  It bothers me to no end when I forget things and when I see myself as unreliable.  With these things, I often lean on my doctors and counselors to find balance for myself.  I do have diagnosed mental illnesses.  It is hard to deal with that fact alone.  But when I have accidental overdose(s) or cannot bear to go to school, it is harder yet.

This overall fragile feeling made me think of the quote above.  I lean so heavily on my doctors to help me cope and maintains some self-respect.  It’s like I have placed my dreams under their feet.

I used to write about my walk with God so much more.  I like me then better.   So, it just makes me think how I need to put my dreams in God’s hands.  And if only I would concentrate on my Creator – I would worry less about whatever conditions I have.  If He made me this way, it must be okay.  And if  He promises everyone else that He has a plan for their life, surely He cares for me and has a plan for me.

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