Yosef Feinstein

Hope

A strong, thick fog clouds your mind as you lie in bed, wondering to yourself; “Will things ever get better?”. It’s not quite sadness that you feel, but it’s the closest emotion you can put to what plagues you, even during your happiest moments. When you look into the past you only see your mistakes, replaying events over and over, thinking if there was anything you could have done differently to change the outcome. You don’t dare try to envision the future, as your mind spirals into the darkest depths.