When I look back at my journal entries from months or years ago, it gives me hope. There’s something so profound about seeing how I wrote with a kind of blind hope, even when I didn’t know where life was heading. It’s like I was unconsciously believing that things would work out, even if I didn’t have the answers yet. Those words remind me that, no matter how uncertain life feels in the moment, there’s always a part of me that trusts in the possibility of growth and better days ahead.