'A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets it wings; remember that next time you feel alone'
For her, hope is there, but only in small breaths; and with every inhale she feels herself losing more with every exhale.
With every step forward, she’s more and more tired.
The back and forth of finding reason and then being confused again is tiring.
The back and forth of finding strength and then feeling tired again is tiring.
Finding her way is tiring. Smiling while trying to be ok is tiring.
Life is tiring.
But even though most is still unknown, she knows hope is always there; that's what gets her through.
She never stops believing that even though her efforts may not be showing results now, someday they will.
Even though she experiences moments of deep loneliness, she knows someday she’ll be held.
Even though hope comes in small breaths, she knows small hope is better than no hope.
She knows sometimes you don’t need much of something for it to be just enough. It is the ‘small’ hope holding her through every breath forward, and that is enough.