I read V.E. Schwab’s dedication in A Gathering of Shadows, and it resonated. I know people who “fight their way forward.” They bear chronic illnesses with grace and beauty. They take their work seriously but not themselves.
A common saying is, “Hold onto hope,” but I can’t. The concept seems nebulous; it lacks foundation; I have nothing upon which to rest. Such hope sputters. It flickers in and out of being and disappears when looked at directly. It is no hope at all.