Someday…

Someday I will wake up and actually look forward to the day.

Someday I will feel that peace that Christians speak of.

Someday I will feel like my prayers are being heard.

Someday I will feel free.

Someday the scars will fade away.

Someday my thoughts will have clarity.

Someday I will be able to breathe and not feel like I am suffocating.

Someday I will be able to put words on paper again and have them be beautiful.

Beautiful – what is that anyway?

Someday I will be able to look in the mirror and not feel disgusted with what I see because I will feel beautiful.

Someday I won’t feel guilty about that slice of pizza or chocolate.

Someday I won’t start crying for no reason.

Someday I will speak and it will make sense to people.

Someday I will speak in front of others without trembling.

Someday I will be comfortable talking to strangers.

Someday my voice will be strong and clear.

Someday I will learn to make new friends.

Someday I stop feeling like a scared little girl.

Someday I will learn to relax.

Someday I won’t feel like a child playing dress-up.

Someday my job will have meaning and make a difference.

Someday my job won’t rob me of my soul, stamina, and desire.

Someday my interests will become profitable.

Someday I won’t be bored anymore.

Someday I will see the color beyond all this gray.

Someday I will stop caring what other people think of me and be myself.

Someday I will learn what it means to be myself.

Someday I will stop stressing over money.

Someday I will drive with the top down along the coast.

Someday I will get my master’s degree.

Someday I will see the value of exercise.

Someday I will have free time.

Someday I won’t wonder if happiness is a constant battle.

Someday I won’t be overly sensitive.

Someday I will be able to shake off hurtful words.

Someday the past will be nothing but that.

Someday I will learn to take things at face value.

Someday small things won’t overwhelm me.

Someday I won’t see myself as a defective model.

Someday I will be a functioning member of society.

Someday I will bear fruit.

Someday I will stop feeling paralyzed and trapped.

Someday I won’t feel incomplete.

Someday I won’t feel empty.

Someday I will ooze confidence – maybe someday I will know how to get it.

Someday I will sleep peacefully through the whole night.

Someday I won’t be exhausted anymore.

Someday I will be that woman everyone looks up to and says, “I want to be like her”.

Someday it won’t hurt to smile.

Someday I won’t have to pretend anymore.

Someday the urge to cut will go away for good.

Someday life will make some sense.

Someday I will find balance.

Someday my expectations won’t be too much.

Someday I will be able to keep promises to myself as well as I keep the ones I make to others.

Someday I hope to wake up and have everything be okay.

Someday I will be entirely happy.