Grieving the Loss of Hopes and Dreams

I just realized my birthday is tomorrow. Seriously, I totally forgot. Although I’m always bad with dates, truthfully I think this is more the product of selective inattention. I know bemoaning your birthday is so cliché, but I’ve been wishing that time would slow down for, like, 8 years now.worry troll

The passage of time has been especially bothersome to me lately. I’ll be standing in line at the grocery store and out of the blue feel like the guy in front of me buying boxer briefs just turned around and punched me in the gut. Then I’ll realize it was just a jab from a little worry-troll come to remind me that I’m getting old, my kids are growing up, and someday (who knows when) I’m going to die.

I want to be clear, my anxiety doesn’t stem from a fear of wrinkles or other vanities (although I’m certainly not above them), nor is it directly related to death (although I certainly am afraid of it). What stirs me most these days is the feeling that I’m running out of time to fully become the person I want to be and to live the life I always assumed I would.

With age, I grow wearier and my load grows heavier. Decisions have to be made about what I can carry forward and what I should leave behind. Although intentions for the future, hopes, and dreams are usually worthwhile freight, at some point most will either become actualized, reach a point of futility, or become an impossibility. I understood this truth the day I gave up hope that my mother would survive cancer, and I understood it again when I had my first daughter and saw that the dream of her being cradled in her grandmother’s arms was an impossibility.

Hopes and dreams get snatched away from people due to things like death, age, infertility, injury, poverty, estrangement, and chronic illness all the time. Sometimes the hands people are dealt seem so random and when things have gone terribly awry, it’s often easier to feel cheated, bitter, sad, or angry than it is to accept and rebuild.

The loss of hopes and dreams are true losses that need to be grieved. Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg and author of the book Option B, said in a letter written shortly after the unexpected death of her husband, Dave Goldberg,

“Dave, to honor your memory and raise your children as they deserve to be raised, I promise to do all I can to kick the shit out of option B. And even though sheloshim has ended, I still mourn for option A. I will always mourn for option A.”

When I first read this statement what struck me most was the strength with which she promised to try and embrace option B. I think these words inspired many people and so I’m grateful she shared them, but I’m most interested in what she said next.

She goes onto say that she will always mourn for option A. Option A is where the sorrow lives and it carries the weight of the hopes and dreams she and her children lost when her husband died. There is bravery in her promise to “do all [she] can” to see option B through, but her words are hardly a battle cry. Her statement is humble and acknowledges she may have limitations, I suspect because dealing with the loss of option A is really damn hard.


Regardless of the scenario, the loss of hopes and dreams can be incredibly hard to accept and cope with. These losses aren’t just felt at one time in a person’s life; true to grief-form, they pop up as milestones, reminders, birthdays, important events, regrets, and emptiness forever. I think the magnitude of this can be hard to recognize when looking at it from the outside in and I think those who experience the losses are often surprised by how hard “acceptance” is.

When we care deeply about something, it can be difficult to know when to let go. Sometimes our hopes are all we have to keep us getting out of bed in the morning. People always like to say things like, “It’s never too late to follow your dreams” and many times this is true. When there’s a chance to see your dreams through or there is still joy in the journey, by all means, keep going.

The reality is, though, that some dreams will eventually be impossible and when our hopes for the future are truly futile, we have choices to make. We could hold on tight and keep carrying our hopes and dreams forward, but such a heavy and hollow load limits our capacity to find other more fulfilling alternatives. We could drop everything and walk around angry and bitter, but this distracts us from finding joy in the things we do have and leaves our arms empty. Or finally, we could find ways to grieve our losses and someday, if we’re lucky, we’ll gain enough peace and acceptance to embrace our option B.

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May 8, 2020

41 responses on "Grieving the Loss of Hopes and Dreams"

  1. I am still young and at the age of 20 I still have many dreams I want to fulfill. But the one thing I mourn is a happy family. My parents divorced long ago and It’s okay. My dad visit me sometime and that’s enough for me.
    My mom found a new man, everything was fine until they broke up two years ago and now it’s just and endless cycle of them screaming over the phone, then getting together for a period of time and then breaking up again. She had suicidal thoughts. I still live with her and I see her misery.
    I know that my mother is an adult, that she is her own person and she has her own life. But it pains me so much to see her unhappy and depressed. I dream of her finding a right man, of her being happy with him. I’m just too tired now of this misery she seems unable to escape.
    Maybe she will find her happiness, maybe she won’t. I try to be happy on my own: with my hobbies, my friends, my art. I try to distract myself from thoughts of her being lonely when I move out and have my own family. I know she does what she thinks is right. But her pain is too much for me. I still hope she will be as happy as she deserves to be, but things are as they are and I will try my best to find my own harmony and my own peace despite not having a family I dream of having.

  2. Paul and others,
    Have you tried talking it over with God?
    He hears our cries and understands our pain.

  3. We all have problems in this cesspit we call Earth. No one is immune. In my case, it seemed that Life quite fancied kicking the shit out of me over and over again. Life is a total bastard. Life laughs at your hopes and aspirations. Life wanted me to go under, and so, after a ten-year period of trauma caused by chronic illness, Life dropped serious depression into my lap. I began to think of a way out of this miserable existence, and suddenly, I was on a knife edge with suicidal ideation. But then I discovered what I thought might be my ‘salvation’: art, creative writing and a renewed interest in music. All was going well. I had created a world I could retreat into, and I managed to blot out the depressive thoughts inmy mind.. But Life didnt like that, and so I became ill with chronic pain and fatigue.

    I have had enough now. No more fighting.

    • Paul, you aren’t alone in feeling like that. I hope you are still around and gracing this planet with your creative thinking! Whatever your battles if you love to write keep at it! Even if it’s just talk to text if your hands are cramping. I have had chronic illness for almost 30 years and still I plow through. I have children who have issues as well. Sadly life is hard for everyone but there is always sweet with the sour. Hang in there! Start a blog! I bet others would enjoy coming together in sympathy. I find the hardest part in chronic illness is how lonely it is. Most don’t understand. Be brave. Get outside and lay on the earth and listen to it. This always helps me through. (((Hug))$

  4. My 2 oldest daughters were terrorized in a playground by 2 teenager girls when they were 5 and 7. My father abused 2 of my younger daughters when they were 7 and 9. When it came out my 23 year old niece said he abused her when she was that age and never told. The same week I found out my husband and his brother had raped at least 2 of his sisters. We have 6 children and I was devastated by this final blow. I kept his monstrous secret from our children as I didn’t want any more hurt to affect them. They are all grown with their own families now and I 65. I can’t pretend to care for him anymore as he has never taken responsibility for his actions only hated me for my knowledge. My children are angry at me for not support my husband weekend alcoholism and they see him as a wonderful man even though they know the truth. I am alone without family now and so very sad. I have born the guilt of the guilty. Finding hope or even peace is so far away.

  5. So many wrongs in my life have been righted in various ways, but even so, there still is a grief over what could have been. There was a time I would have written more words than all of the posts together about what happened to me and its impact. Despite my resistance, I found a faith that has helped me. And as is said, did it ever occur to you that the thing you want so much -wants you as much. It may not be in the form or the person you expected, but it may end up being the remarkable miracle you need.

  6. My father physically abused from infancy by kicking, punching, whipping with leather belts, wooden sticks while telling me I was a nothing and a nobody. I was born with kyphosis and scoliosis and my father called me a ” humpy bastard”. I was burnt in a fire in 1975 and my father never came to visit me in the six months I was in hospital.

  7. My life long dream of growing old , with my high school sweetheart and wife of 32 years, were crushed after she filed for divorce. She had multiple affairs over several years and broke our family into a million pieces. We have two awesome grown children, two men that I am very proud of. My plan A was to grow old with the love of my life, and enjoy my sons, and their families as “Mom and Dad.” Christmas, holidays, birthdays, all of the wonderful things families share together.
    As long as I can remember, I had dreamt of having what my parents missed with their divorce. I struggle with the selfish actions of my ex wife! She has stolen my dreams ,and I find it very difficult to get through each day. Our oldest son, and his girlfriend, are due to have a baby soon, . I have absolutely no idea how I can think of a plan “B” and I still mourn the dreams that I will never realize.
    At 54 years old my dreams were stolen just as I was ready to cross the finish line!

  8. I suffered a nervous breakdown after I realized I would never obtain the level of success I aspired to as a writer, i.e. Pulitzer Prize, Nobel Peace Prize, NYTIMES bestseller list. Instead of celebrating the handful of victories as an award winning published author, I fell into the pity party of failure. My husband is trying to help me overcome this grief. Thank you all for sharing your losses and mourning process. Option B doesn’t look as appealing as Option A, but without an option there is only grief and loss.

  9. My grief is my depression. It hijacked my life and interfered with everything I wanted. And now the deep deep seated lack of self esteem, lack of self worth, lack of confidence, insecurities, and anxieties that came with the depression keep me from reaching for the life I want even now that the depression itself has passed. I was kicked out of college twice, lost most of my friends, lost hope that anyone would want to be my friend, lost hope that I would ever be desired romantically, lost hope of ever finding love and having a family. As a single solo adult who works too hard because work is all I have, and basic stability is all I’ve been working for for 10 years, I now can’t even seem to have a dog without the stress of caring for it and keeping my job and my apartment overwhelming me. And the years keep rolling by and very very soon I will be past the age where I could have kids even if I managed to get over my issues, find someone, and try to start a family. All my dreams seem to have escaped me, and at the moment, all I can do is seek therapy which moves too slowly, and mourn.

  10. Loss of hopes and dreams happened for me when my husband decided he didn’t want anyone to know he was married or had a child. He had never been faithful. He was one of my best friends from high school so I completely trusted him. I wanted 4 children to have a family life eventually be able to not have to work and enjoy playing tennis and golf. He abandoned my daughter and myself. He killed her hopes and dreams at the age of ten almost 11. I was able to move forward because I had to create hopes and dreams for her. She became a brittle diabetic at the age of 15 and a half and died at the age of 34. Once again my hopes for her to live a full life and experience motherhood and I would get to be a grandmother. My hopes and dreams were destroyed again. My mother died exactly 11 months and one day later. She and my daughter were very close. I moved in to help take care of my Dad and he died three years later leaving me with no family. Once again my hopes and dreams were dashed. I am now 71 and I play tennis and golf several times a week but my hopes and dreams of being loved by someone I could build hopes and dreams with will never be realized. I live my life day by day trying to be grateful for my health and friends. But there is no getting over the loss of my hopes and dreams I just had to move forward and appreciate each day, I don’t look for anything else. I do not want to mourne something that will never exist. Funny I think this is the first time I put in words how I feel like I lost my hopes and dreams and never expect to have them now that I am in my 70’s.

    • Your hopes & dreams made me cry I have not looked at my life like this before and it can be very sad and a wake up call. I really hope you find someone to hold you to love you and enjoy life again as you deserve it.

  11. I lost my wife to suicide 19 years ago. Option B came about quite quickly when I realized I had to raise my 8 year-old and 12 year-old on my own. As the letter states I did “kick the shit”out of option B for the last 19 years. They are grown well adjusted men that society can be proud of.
    Now they are both out of the home, and I find myself mourning option A as never before. Option A included a retirement with my wife and all the wonderful things that would go along with it. Obviously that will never be, and that is what I mourn.

    • John, Thank you for your story. My son’s were 12 and 15 when their father committed suicide. For me, Option A will always be mourned. My son’s grown and well adjusted; both giving much love and kindness to their mother. Thank you for your comment.

  12. We’re pregnant with a child we never thought would exist due to health troubles so instead of wrapping myself around wasting more time, effort, money and heart ache for the children we’d never have i chose to put that energy into getting the hell out of my hometown which is fucking worthless btw, i also am desperate to go back to school, i feel so trapped now by this unexpected child, we were working to be childfree instead of childless and i was begging to see some light at the end of the tunnel, after layoffs and financial hardships for over 3 years i thought we were finally going to get on top of it all and fianlly move but now i feel like i have to give it all up for a baby we stopped believing we could have. Its not that i dont want her but i wanted something else much more especially since i didnt think a family would be a tangible thing, i guess the further along i get the more im actually feeling shame and grief for not already accomplishing the things i wanted most and also now worried i will never ever get to do those things, i don’t feel like life is over but i feel like the life i wanted is officially dead and it hurts so much. I feel like no one understands it.

  13. I can relate to every one’s thoughts here..
    After a husband had left myself and daughter for another women that inits self felt like a death and loss.
    The ultimate abandonment was he took his life.
    Grief has ten folded as 2 years in I grieve everyday now for my daughters hopes and dreams which deep inside can still at times makes me angry. And sad.
    Plan B is hard but still you get up and try your best although you know you have some very sad days.

  14. I’m just finding this blog! I am a Divinity School Student that is interested in doing work around singles ministry and the ideals that we bring into it. I was looking for sources what would help me support the idea of grieving your singleness by way of grieving the life that you thought you would have. Do you have any books or articles that you could recommend to me?

  15. I just recently found this blog and I’m so appreciative for it. My husband of 30 years has fallen into a darkness so black and lifeless that he doesn’t want to come out. We’ve had 3 family members in the last year and half die, we sold our home, I had a heart attack, he’s had tremendous stress at work – and he’s a workaholic, and the anxiety and depression just happened! Now he’s in a hospital because he doesn’t want to live and I’m out here all alone! He’s only 60! I’m lost without him! We have a very small family now that 3 of my siblings have died! No family is anywhere near me so I do this alone. I stay in the city he’s hospitalized in for a few days, then I go back to our apartment. Alone. We all forget how fragile life is- how intrusive it is- how demanding it is- how beautiful it is… when we’re not looking and then it’s gone.
    A million thoughts.

  16. I lost my husband very suddenly and have read the Option B letter several times. The hardest part I have experienced is finding meaningful hopes and dreams to replace the ones I lost. I’m still looking.

  17. To the first person who said the felt the loss of being a good writer., its not silly. I feel SAME way. Any career loss you really wanted, goal or dream is hard. Keep going g.trying. But if you decided not to. OK too. I hope you eventually have peace:-)

  18. I thought I’d could be a good writer but I can’t. I think I’ve known this at some level for the last ten years but I clung to it as a light at the end of the tunnel because I find life so empty and stories have always felt meaningful. I noticed that I would be able to imagine myself as a ‘good writer’ so long as I wasn’t writing, but would be smashed in the face by my lack of skill when I actually tried. I’ve spent 10 years trying to think of an option B and I can’t because everything is so meaningless to me.

    I realise this is silly compared with others’ losses. I am lucky not to have had to face the pain of bereavement. But my life still feels on hold. I just want it to end.

  19. It’s after 3 am and I am searching for something to fill this empty time and space. Options? What are options after all?

    Lost dreams and hopes can lead one into a nightmare of living. As a young girl I had hopes and dreams but they were destroyed. It wasn’t because of a disaster; depending on how you look at it.

    I dreamed of becoming a doctor or lawyer. Dad told me I wasn’t smart enough. I dreamed of becoming a writer or journalist and wanted to go to college. Dad told me I should try to be a secretary. I dreamed of becoming a musician or an artist. Dad told me I wasn’t good enough. Dad often told me I was stupid. I fought the good fight and tried to go to college when I was young…and as a certain stubborn streak still stayed with me I finally earned a useless college degree after the ripe age of 50.

    Options? Dreams and hopes? We are all here for a limited time. We focus on those dreams and hopes and then grief for not obtaining them, bitterness for the blame, ans hurt for the hurting itself. Some people get lucky in life. Some are dealt with insurmountable odds….starving children with no options to begin with.

    I have to find a way to feel lucky and believe it. I have to find a way to let it go…those wasted years and opportunity. I could have been so much more if only…instead, I am this stupid clump of mass waiting on the ending of my fruitless life. Here I am in debt for that education I could have gotten for free if my father had only believed in me. He refused to sign and help fill out scholarship forms. Stupid me…I wasn’t good enough.

    Options? Do we have any? Life isn’t about lost dreams and hopes. Life should be about love and loving; and forgiving life for not loving you back.

    • Your father doesn’t deserve the air he breathes quite frankly. Sorry, that’s how I feel. You are NOT a lump waiting to die. He convinced you you are. My sister did the same thing to me and I’m trying to find ways out of the old programming. I also had a passion for horses when I was young which ultimately turned into my unrealized dream. I think that loss still shapes my attitude to this day.
      I’m learning that my feelings about myself are nothing but old programming and I challenge those beliefs because they are 100% false. The trick is GETTING that…the moment of epiphany. I am learning ways to change the old programming and calling it what it is… a bunch of bullshit that has affected my life till now…I’m 56 BTW.
      There’s still time. I’m starting with meditation because it’s supposed to help you to separate yourself from that habit self to help you begin to reprogram to be in tune with who you really are….a super cool being of light. I know it sounds corny but it’s better than a lump. You are MUCH more than that. 🙂

  20. My birthday is next week, it will mark the end of my 27th year, the year I lost my brother and the start of my 28th the year I will loose my mother. As I near my birthday it’s really blindingly obvious that my current reality is not the one I would ever wish for. But I’m trying to find a way, and maybe that’s tentatively looking for some different hopes and dreams, my plan B while still grieving (cause we don’t really have any choice) my plan A. Thank you for sharing and for your website, I helps to feel less alone.

  21. having to go to plan B Manu times throughout my life due to many chronic illnesses has left me dejected. I wish death would fond me sooner than later I no sooner get on my feet to be knocked down again. Another surgery after another. I’m alone in this world and as I write this on my way back from the hospital I’ve been told another surgery is needed. A few days ago I was looking online for work and nothing was appealing. I’m depleted from reinventing myself again and again. Never IN my wildest dreams would I had thought at 55 I would be in this place of being totally broken in every way. Coming up with plan B again has to be joyful and hopeful. I hope all who read this can find a lovely plan B.

  22. Lost hopes and dreams for my daughter are what I grieve most. They weren’t for a particular college or vocation. She has suffered with bipolar symptoms for many years. Now her mind has become so distorted by anorexia, bulimia, and drug use that I don’t see a future at all. As a 60-year-old, I grew up in a time where women had fewer opportunities to make their own choices. It is hard to watch someone who had such a bright future dissolve into that kind of netherworld.

  23. In just over a week it will be six years since my husband killed himself then our wedding anniversary is two weeks after that. This piece of writing spoke to me….about the loss of Plan A. I had no Plan B…I didn’t think I needed it. Now, even his birthday each year is not as hard for me to get through as the anniversary of the day he left. I have bookmarked this blog and will return often. Many Thanks

  24. Can I ask where the header artwork originated? The female/butterfly image is beautiful!

  25. Hospice Chaplain ReganJanuary 4, 2016 at 11:43 amReply

    Fertility and pregnancy is my dream that I let go, despite social pressure and pressure from some of the greedy medical offices profiting on people’s dreams. No one can tell me that my grief was insignificant or self-created. I continue to live in a body that has reproductive system issues, reminding me everyday. I let go of my own pregnancy ever happening because I learned to love and value my life in the present moment as much as or even greater than the dream of giving birth.

    • I’m sorry that you had to let go of this dream, but I am so happy to hear that you’ve found peace in the value of your life and the present moment. Thank you for sharing your experience.

    • I’m working through grief around this as well. People are quick to offer adoption as an Option B (as if it hadn’t occurred to me), but there is significant loss to process when you have to accept that you won’t be having a biological child. Were there any resources that helped you work through this?

  26. It may be difficult to ‘let go’ of some things and people, but when the event that took his life changes the entire world (even your experience at the airport) it feels IMPOSSIBLE to find a way to ‘let it (him) go.’
    I was exceedingly annoyed when they wanted to test me for something in relation to boarding my plane and burst into uncontrollable tears when asked. The idea that anyone would think I’d do to another family what was done to ours and thousands of others’ was too much to handle.
    I haven’t gone to an airport since then. Probably not the best way to let it go but I’m certain I’ll never be able to tolerate being treated like the very people who killed him.

    My daughter had more trouble with grieving hopes and dreams than I did. She got her driver’s license and graduated but made no big deal of it. She didn’t even want to go to the ceremony bc he wouldn’t be there to watch, which left us to miss out on it too. Another thing for which I felt angry at the people who did the ugly deed.
    Everything she’s done since her dad died, she’s done almost in secret. She didn’t want to attend the college graduation ceremony either.
    I have no idea how to help her with it. People say I’m not very good at being there for her. They might be right; my mom wasn’t there emotionally, I have no idea how to begin to help another person through an emotional wringer.
    I continue to struggle with how to help her. When I first looked for information on how to help teens deal with 9/11 all the data was for those who HADN’T lost relatives or friends or colleagues there. It was for someone who watched what happened but didn’t know the victims.

  27. This is the best article yet on this site. Thank you for it. Pretty sure it was written just for me!!✏️✏️

  28. Wow. Thank you for letting me cry over this. I read Sheryl’s post and obviously cried through it, amazed that this woman was so enlightened in 30 days on things I’ve maybe even just learned as a young widow nearly 5 months down the road. You picked up the same thing that I did from her final paragraph. Most applauded her determination to kick the sh*t out of Option B, and will now undoubtedly be confused when (not if) they see her continue to struggle and/or relapse….Non-grievers may even ask “Wait, what’s happening, I thought you were going to kick B’s butt?” without realizing that (1) There’s a lot of fails along the route to kicking B’s butt (2) We/She still hurts for Option A

    • Hey Stephanie,

      Litsa and I had a pretty similar conversation about Sheryl’s letter. At 30 days you have yet to hit many of the grief potholes that are scattered throughout the first few years. It’s natural to want to kick the crap out of grief at the outset, but whether it can always be done quite another thing.


  29. Beautifully written from the heart. Thank you for the many things you touched on that I find in my own life.

  30. What a great piece and so well-written. Rings very true for me as I approach yet another birthday and struggle to hold onto hopes and dreams of my own. Grief is a journey with many suitcases….some you will manage to drop off and some you’ll carry forever. Thanks for sharing.

  31. I hope there are others almost as far “over the hill” as I am at 85 who read your stuff and like it as much as I do. Every posts gives me an idea for my “Death Happens” I look forward to comments on your hope and dreams piece.
    . Yes. I give you well deserved credit.

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