As bad as things get, even when my mind is filled with negativity, with regret and heartache, there's one thought that keeps me going.

On the night that my world fell apart, after the adrenaline had left my system and all that was left was a strange calm, I looked to the window. There was nothing but darkness and the cold night air, and for just a moment I felt that if I stepped out, over the scaffolding and into that pure blackness then everything would be okay.

 I've never felt more certainty about anything in my life, a thought of crystalline clarity in a storm of emotion.

I'll admit that that hardly seems inspirational, but it's a constant reminder to me, a reminder that I wanted nothing more than to turn my back on the world, but here I am, writing, breathing, living.

That night there was a glimmer of hope, I'd lost the only person I'd ever loved, I'd lost my home, my friends and my job, but even with death seeming like the best option, something told me to keep going.

It taught me that no matter what, if you feel there's even the slightest hope, the tiniest chance, even if it seems hopeless, that one chance can change everything.