There are days when I feel so weak and defeated and nothing makes sense and there are days when I just feel so hopeful. Today is one of those few days when everything seems all wrong and I'm just walking in the mud still looking forward to that ray of light at the end of the tunnel. Its a wierd feeling but not strange.

Hope is good.

It keeps me moving forward. Its keeps me holding on. Its keeps me dreaming.

"Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, an hour or even years but sooner or later it will end and something else will replace it... If I give up now though then it will be forever."