There was a time when I would sleep as long as possible in order to remain unconscious for as long as I could manage. The mere idea of being awake made my stomach churn and left me feeling broken. I spent my hours wishing there was hope. Now, 3-years later, I have carved out space in my life for things I find to be important and I can see now that there was hope all along. I just didn't see it at my lowest. There's hope.
