I dreamed about being a professional artist.
I threw everything I had into it body and soul!
When I got into art university I studied day and night when other students were often out partying.
I also had a part time job and worked as hard as I could.
Initially things went well.
I got good feed back, won several awards and had friends.
However towards the end of my second year I suffered a severe psychotic episode and ended up in long term hospital and then halfway homes.
Like that BOOM! the dream was over.
I was forgotten about by former friends and when I tried to study again on heavy medication I was treated like a joke.
These days I still make artwork but my confidence has been totally destroyed.
Too many to list but one that is especially hard for me is loosing my home and now not able to get another one. I lost my home thanks to my lying abusive ex and it's been my dream to own a home again but covid crushed that dream right when I got the help to do it.
Another hard one is At one point I wanted a family but that dream was ripped and taken from me so cruel I'm still suicidal over the loss of my child and I doubt I'll ever recover.
How terrible!
I can't imagine what it must be like to lose a child.
My dream to open a scuba diving center was cut short due to sinusitis. Its so painful under pressure changes and the last time I went diving I fell unconscious underwater. I had blood all over my face from my mouth and nose when I woke up.
I wanted to move to Queensland so I could be by the Great Barrier Reef and to escape my life, reading about it's bleaching always makes me cry.
Thats so sad.
I loved scuba diving when I used to do it and it sounds like you were good at it.
Serious illness like that just changes everything.