The majority of my hope lies with other people, but I am learning to save a least a sliver for myself.

I haven’t lived this life only to borrow other people’s things; their smiles and handshakes and promises. I’m building myself back up, or maybe up for the first time, or maybe I’m not building anything and I’m just determined not to fall any further. A lack of visible progress is discouraging, but footprints made on any beach get washed away by the Moon, so don’t worry so much kid. Things aren’t always going to work out, things won’t always turn out fine, but that’s not a good reason to worry. It’s all part of a journey, and it’s all your own, so breathe it in, feel the rush of the bumpy ride down, and remember no matter how deep a hole may seem the darkness is never the only thing. Being brave isn’t about willing away the fear – it’s about facing that fear, and maybe asking for help when you need it.