Going to a Healing gathering tomorrow… it’ll include healing, aura-reading, personal readings etc. I do this cause I believe and I want to feel better.
It’s weird. Hope. It probably is the very last thing that leaves us. No matter how deep in shit I feel I am, no matter if I can’t get myself to face the days, somewhere, nestled deep in the back of my mind is this feeling that I can get better and can make myself feel better and get help. Hope.
How many times have I not thought that This is it? What keeps me from jumping off the cliff? I wrote a poem about those questions years ago and now I know the answer. Hope. It’s that damn hope!

I hope I make you feel special
I hope I make you feel good
I hope I make you feel trust
I hope I make you feel faith
I hope I make you feel needed
I hope I make you feel me…