One of the ironies of the universe is that the bastards who need a good dose of introspection haven't got any. Us people with ideals and sensitive consciences have it all. We question, belittle, and beat up on ourselves at a great rate. Do unto yourself as you would have yourself do unto others. Forgive your blunders and omissions just as you would a co-worker.
Faith is a choice.
I chose to believe that a Hand was holding mine for many long, dark years when I couldn't feel it. Now that Hand is warm around mine, I can lean against a solid Presence, I am certain of hope for the future. Hope does create its own reality. Despair creates its own reality. You do not have to wait for the feeling of hope, to begin hoping.