I believe in hope

I believe that at the end of each tunnel no matter how painful or grueling the trail maybe there will always be a light at the end of it.

I always  believed in hope because every time I would watch a movie or read a book I always believed that the hero would win; I always had that hope inside of me but sometimes when you are faced against the odds when you, just you are battling against an army you begin to lose hope and you start to destroy yourself.

When I was in the 7th grade I was mainly an introvert who never really opened up and never really wanted to open up I just didn’t talk to many people I did have some friends, like three of them, but even they were not close enough to know me really well. For me, everything was going well in life however not so well in my cousins. My uncle had an alcohol problem he was addicted to it. He would spend his time in the basement ignoring his family and just drank all the problems away. This was getting way out of hand so on the 4th of December just before Christmas we all sat down together and we talked it out and asked him what was bothering him he said nothing really but work was bothering, we asked why and he just said long hours.I was confused and lost why would he be addicted to alcohol from work? That just didn’t add up. My uncle, before all of his drinking, was a good guy he always knew how to lighten up the mood and cheer up people when times were rough now the tables have turned and now he is dealing with a rough patch in his life I was hopeful that one day he was going to go to rehab and get better or just get better on his own however weeks turned into months and nothing was the same, this time it was getting to the point where he would just drink raw alcohol from the bottle he thought that the liquor was going to save him. One night at 1am in the morning half of his body functions shut down and he was rushed to the hospital thank god he was ok but he had to spent about a week in the hospital. His wife and kids were also getting affected by what was happening and his wife fell ill my dad being her brother had to spend many nights at my uncles household taking care of his sister, my grandma would also come in and help occasionally which meant half of my family was outside the house. I was losing hope, I was fearful that either my uncle has caused permanent damage to himself or even worse I was thinking about him passing and things got, even more, worse around 12am in the night my dad was driving back from work and got into an accident which broke his arm and fractured his collarbone he was bedridden for about five to six months through this time my mom started to feel overworked and fatigued and at times she didn’t want to wake up. I and my brother had to step up and we started to help with the business and still went to school. We both began to feel ourselves get overworked. I began to sleep more after school which was bad because I wouldn’t get any homework done or study ahead in what I learned and I started to fall behind in my class and the same thing happened for my brother. We were in a dark hole that we were just digging deeper it felt like we cannot do anything soon after the new year came along and we were in the lowest point of our life but I didn’t give up, I always kept a smile on my face and believed in hope I believed that one day my dad will get better, I believed that my uncle will get rid of his addiction, I believed that whatever dark cloud was over my family would go away and we will embrace each other in the sunlight. At first, it was slow but change began slowly and then gradual my dad got better and he began to work so that I and my brother can focus on school, my uncle was still addicted to the liquor however during summertime he went to a rehabilitation center which made him stop drinking completely. This is why I tell people to believe in hope because change is slow and the road will be long but if you believe in it, it will happen.