Slowly, ever so slowly, I am starting to find my feet. The troughs are less deep though every day is fraught by the chance of an emotional unwinding, set off by pretty much anything. I have been helped by a reawakening of my almost dormant faith and the kindness of others. Working at Anglicare has also been a blessing and the job I do is almost a perfect match for my abilities. The challenge of singing in the outreach cafe has also forced me to step up and work harder at the music that I seem to have only paid lip-service to thus far. And of course my commitment to being a good father keeps me centered, for the most part.

And yet still I hope for what may be hopeless. That little ember remains tiny, yet significant.