It feels like spring here today; the bulbs, the daffodils, the crocus, the delphinium, are beginning to poke their snouts above ground. It signals hope to me; we've survived another winter.
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Sometimes, that's what recovery is like. We go through periods of great happiness then times of great difficulties: sorrow, regrets, losses and bad decisions. I always know today, although I didn't in those first few years, that things come to pass, they never come to stay. Just like winter, when I'm feeling defeated or depressed, spring is usually right around the corner if I can just hang on.
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Until tomorrow, I hope that you have hope. It's really about the most important thing we can have, isn't it?
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