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.