Let's be real for a moment; there isn't anything about chronic pain or illness that's particularly fetching or joy-filled. It can be a mammoth effort to find even an ounce of good when neither your body or mind can catch a break. With the seed of hope already firmly planted in my mind, I recently found myself perusing the web for some inspiring little tidbits to help me fill these pages. After being faced with nothing but a sea of bitter words in bold blacks, I walked away with nothing but a bare Pinterest board. Finding hope in a minefield of hopelessness was like finding a needle in a haystack, and I soon realised that, even amongst the safer confines of pain-savvy folk, I was struggling to catch a break from the very community that should have been lifting me up. While their fighting words are indeed filled with truths, I didn't find them speaking to my personal truth. And so, out of a sense of weariness, Bay of Hope was born; a protected little cove, which is free from all things clinical and grey and gloomy, and intertwines stories of beauty and pain, longing and peace, reflection and hope. It is a space that teaches hard truths with tact, mourns pre-pain life, documents tough days both with and without rose-coloured glasses, aids contentment in the absence of cures, backs the living of remarkable lives in often unremarkable circumstances, and champions the positive mindset, all in equal measures.