Where wild minds come to rest
I was born with a sight impairment as well as having Autism and ADHD. My whole life I've been told what I can and can't do. I've seen badass heroines on television and longed to be like them, but as my mother puts it in reality I 'couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag' In my dreams I can be anything I want to be. In my dreams I am a goddess who can fight anyone she wants to and isn't afraid. In my dreams I'm proud to be who I am and I can punch the nose of anyone who tells me I can't do something. I use my 'daydreams' as an outlet for my creativity, my frustration and even sometimes my loneliness but at the same time I know I could never really let go of them. I'm not used to talking about them to anyone actually. It's only recently that I've begun to admit to anyone that I like to 'daydream.' Much of what I do I am not sure I can tell anyone. They're very personal, very private dreams but it feels good to know that someone else is going through what I'm going through. I don't feel unhappy with my daydreams because I know that they're a good outlet for me but I just wish I saw myself as the strong warrior-like woman of my dreams but I know I could never really be.