Like hunger that returns each day even though I don’t want to be hungry, like breath that continues in and out of my lungs, compelled by brain signals I cannot control, like heartbeats that force my body to keep living with no conscious input from my tired mind, hope stubbornly refuses to abandon me. It lurks in tiny spaces throughout my being, tenacious though unsupported, whispering in my ear that tomorrow could be the day that I start believing in life again, and that I should hold on, and wait, and see.