I have grown rather weary of trying to unfold myself from this pain and decipher who I am now. Each emotion is so enormous that by the time I crawl to the top of it and conquer it, night has fallen, and there is no time left to enjoy the victory. I ask myself “How many days can I fight and win this same battle? How do I wake up tomorrow and just begin again?” I don’t know why I choose to keep crawling up these emotions to attempt to get a grip on them. I’m not sure what it is inside each one of us that drives us to survive our misfortunes, perhaps high atop our woes we see the flicker of hope burning dimly in the distance and we are like moths drawn to the flame. We grasp to the idea that hope waits patiently for us to overcome our darkness and finally defeat our despair.