I’d like to talk about hope.

About optimism and positivity.

♥️

I try to be thankful daily for my life, my people, and the health that I do have. I try to be happy despite my ailments.

 

But I lose hope some days, or some hours, or maybe just for a moment. I beg for an end, for a way out, I can’t see the good and I can’t find the joy.

 

And truthfully if someone tells you that they always can- I call bullsh*t. (Unless they are an angel, a superhero, or a psychopath.)

 

Some days hurt less than others and some days are ridiculously wonderful.

 

And some days just suck. And that’s okay.

 

xoxo today