“A time I like is when Hope hangs around, pulling me up from sadness.
Hope is still my favorite word. Pleased to own my favorite word and to write with it as I journal. It taps and clicks, typing out plans for a future that people never dreamed possible for a person like me who needs a lot of help.
I am real and I am a thinker, therefore I hope. Without hope, I am empty. My hope is to keep trying to change minds about silent witnesses who are inside bodies that betray them.”