“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the Soul” -Emily Dickinson
When faced with hopeless situations it can be tempting to give up. In those moments, an acronym for hope comes to my mind: Hang On Pain Ends. When I was growing up one of the pieces of advice, my Mom often gave me was, “don’t make a permanent choice in response to a temporary situation.” In moments of despair, profound grief, and well hopelessness it can be tempting to throw in the towel and give up. But, it is precisely in those moments when sometimes all one has to do is hold on.
Holding on for me means doing the best I can with the situation in front of me. Some days, the best I can is merely showering, eating three meals, and not entirely losing my shit. Other days, the best I can is being present for the people in my life and giving back to the universe around me. When life happens, and I have to confront a hopeless situation it is the latter, not the former that sets in. But, in the confrontation of hopelessness, simply putting one foot in the front of the other can be enough.
There is a reason the saying, “it is always darkest before dawn” is a cliche. From states of hopelessness can come great joy and beauty. But, in our journey to the other side of pain, we have to hold on and face the pain.
Think back to the last time your heart was broken, eventually with time, distance, and contemplation the pain left. Pain heals, ends, and changes. The worst pain we are experiencing today will eventually end.
One of my favorite stories comes from an alcoholic in recovery that I know. For this person, we will call him Joe, every day for over a year he was miserable sober. Not unhappy, not discontent, straight-up miserable. Then suddenly, one day, he wasn’t miserable. He was so shocked he called both his twelve-step sponsor and his professional therapist, he just had to check and ask what he was feeling. Joe had no idea when his misery would end. All he knew was that every day he was absolutely miserable. But, he had hope that someday maybe it would get better, so he held on and eventually after months of not giving up Joe was no longer miserable. This is not to say that some misery came back from time to time. But, as Joe recounts those time became less and less and less until eventually one day he simply couldn’t remember the last time he had felt miserable.
For me, HOPE is the acknowledgment that eventually pain ends (even if just for a moment), and healing is possible.