life has its ups and downs, and i'm still here. over the past two weeks, i've noticed positive outcomes in my reading, giving me a glimmer of hope. yet, i can't quite call it a victory because, come nighttime, i close my eyes, secretly wishing not to wake up the next morning. however, each morning brings a fresh wave of pain. it feels like i 'have to' choose coffee as i open my eyes to face the day. perhaps that tiny glimmer of hope is akin to a sprinkle of coffee for me? i'm not sure.