Why do we endlessly pursue things in the hope that it may change our mood, our lives, our perception of things?
How are we meant to survive on hope alone? You've all heard the old saying "where there's life there's hope"
Hope of what exactly?
Hope that tomorrow is a little less miserable than today? Hope that friends who can't bear to be around you any longer, have a change of heart and want to learn about depression/anxiety and how to help? Hope that things really will get better? How, when Mental Health services are so poorly funded? When there are no beds, or there's at least a 2 year wait for therapy or counselling in some areas of the U.K.
Hope that somehow Universal Credit will be scrapped, because we all know what that is going to bring, even more misery, as has P.I.P., and E.S.A., along with the cruel and inhumane assessments.
Is the fact that we go through absolute hell on a daily basis, not enough?
My hope, is that everyone who is struggling, everyone who is ill, gets the help and support they need and deserve.
What do you HOPE for?