Hope was an amazingly brilliant option then, and it might also be an amazingly brilliant option now. While I’m reflecting specifically on my personal trauma recovery, I think many of us are bewildered by the amount of darkness and suffering in our world (personally, locally, nationally, globally).

Of course sometimes even if we take the counterintuitive leap to hope, the thing that we’re deeply longing for may not come to pass. Things are not as they should be, and I’m holding grief, loss, and disappointment with that.

Yet, in my personal case, putting my hope in the possibility of changing circumstances was the only option that gave me encouragement to keep persevering. Had I not believed in the possibility of hope, I likely would have given up.

I say with all gentleness, love, humility, and wetness in my eyes that I’m so grateful I kept going in the midst of extreme struggle and discomfort.

This might sound far-fetched, but I’m holding space that hope (ie. believing in the possibility of hope for you and your particular situation) might give you surprising power to help manage the pain and keep fighting for the things you care about. It at least did for me. And I’m practicing this right now, too, in the Fall of 2025. In the midst of the chaos, I’m praying for compassion and hope to come speedily to meet us.

Curious your thoughts! Sending you love and warmth, Robyn

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