"But I’ve found that if you stop and really listen,

you can still hear hope whispering."

- Sarah Scarisbrick-Rowe -

In the time between starting and actually posting Glowing Butts of Hope, I read yet another phenomenal post on To Write Love on Her Arms' blog.  This may be one of the best things I have ever read.  I want to offer a little snippet of it, and strongly suggest reading the whole post on TWLOHA's site.  Seriously, it is so good, the whole way through.

Hope Whispers 

I may have depression, but I also have hope. I believe in its power to break through the darkness. It has been the flickering flame that doesn’t go out no matter how fierce the storm rages around it. Truth isn’t measured in the volume of the voice. Sometimes the most precious truths can be found in those persistent whispers, in those words that pull us back from the edge, and in those words that ground us and keep us going. 

I can remember my own dark nights. These were nights where I felt like I’d reached the end of the fight, I didn’t believe I would ever win. I wanted to turn my back on life and give up. But hope wasn’t done with me. It reminded me that no feeling lasts forever. It reminded me that though we may feel like we’ve been waiting an eternity for the dawn to come, it will break and scatter the darkness. I realized that my story could be one of hope if I let it.