It's when we're at our lowest, by ourselves, that we find the strength to stand once more. When you reach such utter despair that falling apart feels like it would hurt less than wherever you are. There, and only there, are where the seeds of hope lay. Just a spark--a minuscule ember of light--but if you hold fast to it, you'll find that it stays with you. A guardian angel of your own design. You'll find that while the dark can weave its way in, it will forever be less imposing, less threatening under illumination now that you've found its greatest weakness. With hope, you're not alone anymore--you just have to remember its there alongside you.

so take a breath, anchor yourself, and hold fast against the storm