I have to believe this rough patch won’t leave a permanent scar.
But if it does, I have to believe I will heal.

I have to believe there’s a gift in this grief.
But if there is not, I have to believe every struggle is not meant to teach me a lesson.

I have to believe I am not supposed to get used to this.
But if it goes on much longer, I have to believe a reprieve is coming soon.

I have to believe the words I can’t find will come eventually.
But if they don’t, I have to believe I won’t be alone in my silence.

I have to believe the blows won’t keep coming.
But if they do, I have to believe I’m stronger than I know.

I have to believe my efforts aren’t futile.
But if they are, I have to believe every small step is still a victory.

I have to believe I won’t feel this lost forever.
But if I do, I have to believe my internal compass knows which way is home.
And someone is waiting on me there.
I believe. - Rachel Macy Stafford