The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.
My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.
Sometimes this human stuff is slimy and pathetic...but better to feel it and talk about it and walk through it than to spend a lifetime being silently poisoned.
My best teachers were mess, failure, death, mistakes, and the people I hated, including myself.
How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.
Sometimes grace works like water wings when you feel you are sinking.