I leaped off a huge mountain recently. By choice. Sort of like base jumping, but with a rough landing.
I'm now down in a deep dark valley, looking up. And breathing deeply for the climb that is ahead. Maybe there is a well cleared path and I just can't see it yet. For now I'm cutting my own path and damn my machete is dull.
But light will come, a way will open up.
I always have hope.