I Am Still a Dreamer, Even on Hard Days

Some days feel truly heavy.

Not in an overtly dramatic or all-encompassing way. Instead, it's a subtle ache that lingers beneath your skin, a heaviness that makes it hard to grasp hope, let alone hold onto it.

Lately, I’ve experienced days like these, where dreams seem distant, the path appears unclear, and I question whether gentleness is sufficient in a world that demands more, louder, and faster.

But even then, especially then, I remind myself:

Even during tough days, I remain a dreamer.

Sometimes, dreaming isn’t about vision boards or bold moves.
Sometimes, it’s about…

Getting out of bed when everything in you wanted to stay hidden.

Whispering “maybe tomorrow” instead of “never.”

Holding your heart in both hands and saying, “I’m still trying. I haven’t given up.”

And that counts.
That is dreaming.
Even if it’s slow. Even if it’s soft. Even if no one else sees it.

Dreaming isn’t about being perfect. It’s about believing, even in pieces.

You can doubt and still move forward.
You can cry and still choose hope.
You can be tired and still believe in beauty.

The dream doesn’t fade away simply because the day is difficult. It waits patiently for you, grows alongside you, and on some days, it even holds you.

If today feels overwhelming, take a moment to pause, breathe, and remind yourself:

I am still a dreamer. This moment doesn’t undo my becoming.

Write it down. Whisper it to yourself. Carry it like a pocket-sized prayer.

I don’t always know where this path leads, but I do know I’m not walking it alone.
You’re here.
I’m here.
And we’re still dreaming, even when it’s difficult.

Always dreaming,
Deja 🤍