Fears

[winterloom]

I fear that at 28 the best years of my life are far behind me.

I fear that I will always be a failure with my art and it will never satisfy me.

I fear that I am raising dysfunctional children because I can't get myself together.

I fear that I will never make life long connections with people I interact with in my communities.

I fear that I will never truly know my culture and its history.

I fear that I will not be able to show the things I find beautiful to my children.

I fear that I will never be financially stable (thank god for my mother).

I fear that I cannot show my husband how much I love him and how much he means to me and that it is only through him that I was able to grow as a person.

I fear that I will not grow anymore. That there's no magic left in life. That there is no discovery left for me.

I fear that I will never feel true maintainable happiness again.