My Dreams Weren't Supposed to Fail ...

One night in September of ‘98, as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, I experienced hopelessness and grief to a degree I couldn’t bear! Years of circumstances had caught up with me and all of my failures weighed heavy on my mind and wracked my body with stress!My failures ...First and most hurtful was my rocky childhood of not getting along with my family and how it continued to be strained throughout all of my adult life. Secondly there was my failed Hollywood acting dream and with that gone, and me back in my hometown again, I had no hope for an exciting future. There was the downward spiraling experience of becoming a New Ager while out in L.A. and how it messed up my mind and brought a darkness to my life that I couldn’t shake, even after leaving its false teachings.There was my divorce ten years back that had broken my heart and turned me sour against love; followed by a string of live-in boyfriends that were not much better to me than my husband. There was the abortion I had in