Hope is the answer to the question “why?”
Why get out of bed in the morning?
Why work harder than you have ever worked only to feel worse than you even knew it was possible to feel?
Why take a medication that is likely to make you feel worse immediately, and only possibly help you feel better in the future?
In order to get up every day, put one foot in front of the other, and wade through the living hell that might be your reality right now, toward the not so visible light at the end of the tunnel, toward healing, there has to be some sense that things might somehow work out. There has to be hope.
He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Until next time…