I find myself, nevertheless, still enveloped in darkness, unsure of where I am or when – if even, the darkness will end. Weary, but with faith, I cry out for help and somewhere in the distance I spy a glimmer of hope that briefly ignites. Ergo, I grasp on to that fleck of hope and cautiously start to believe that I will someday be able to grasp the light and that the darkness will be no more.

When? Unfortunately I am not the one who can answer that question.