And I always make sure to remember:
Helping people. Helping people makes me feel hopeful: we create the world we live in, every day. I try to create a better world and I know that at least I make the world a better place for some people. I hope it spreads. I hope we will have a world to be proud of, one day.
I try to accept help. I’m terribly proud and stubborn and usually I don’t accept help offered to me even when I really need it and should. Accepting help and leaning on others is pretty much the most difficult thing in the entire world for me, but I’m working on it and it’s getting better. It’s something worth fighting for, because we all need help. We all need one another.
Sometimes I am weak and need support, and sometimes I’m a burden on people I love. Sometimes I make them sad, because they love me, and of course it makes them sad when I’m miserable, just like I’m sad when people I care about are hurting. That is what love does to people. Love is empathy. Sometimes I’m a burden, and that is all right: we all are.
We are all weak sometimes.
We are all a burden sometimes.
We all have our own problems and weaknesses and our myriad different impossibilities.
And do you know something?
That is all right too; because we are not alone. Together we make little of our weaknesses and impossibilities, because our impossibility is what someone else excels at.
Together we are whole.
Together we are strong.
I honestly believe in all of this, and that helps me cope too. That helps me believe that there is a future, even when it is too dark for me to see it.