The vultures of failure are always hungry.
When everything is lost. The word hope is a curse, Darkness so complete that your eyes are blind. The tears have dried up and the salt is gone from your body. Finger nails are cracked and broken. It is then you hear the voice say 'I'm still here'. And you will say 'So am I lord, so am I'
Take what ever you are and what ever you have. Then burn it, and in that inferno forge yourself again. Same metal, new sword.... Now fight back for what ever you have lost.