As a teenager, I experienced my first panic attack. In those days, psychotherapy was not that common, especially within my age group. However, without any understanding and little support from my family, I sought help. During this dark time, I wondered why this was happening to me, what was the meaning and of course, would I ever be happy again. In the midst of fear and uncertainty, someone shared the words: “Suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint.” While I had difficulty absorbing much, those words cut through the darkness because they offered hope, the possibility that my suffering would be the foundation for something good. Three caring women who truly listened made a lasting impact on me. Later, I became a counselor, offering that same hope and presence to others. I know firsthand that being heard can change everything. Indeed, the idea of hope has been my anchor for life.