Sometimes the sadness
overpowers me and blunts
believing in hope.
In a raw moment,
I surrender to despair,
losing hope's promise.
Negotiating
across the highs and the lows
challenges my will.
**** On Life's Journey

Research shows that, “in all cultures, the conviction that one’s predicament is hopeless may cause or hasten disintegration and death.” [Jerome and Julia Frank, Persuasion and Healing] The tools available to me to fight this disease are limited. Could it be that keeping hope alive is the strongest weapon in my arsenal?