• Gormadt
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      1 year ago

      "Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all

      And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm -

      I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

      – Emily Dickinson

      Hope is there though you don’t always hear it my friend. Sometimes it’s had to hear and sometimes you’d say you haven’t heard it in a long time. But it is there to be found.

      Never be afraid to reach out for help. It’s frightening beyond belief (trust me I know) but acting in the face of that fear is one of the bravest things you can do.

      There are people who can help though they may be hard to find, they can still be found.