Right now, I’m only producing silvery vapor,
just enough to keep the dementors at bay
but unable to get rid of them.

I need to think of happy thoughts;
I have to look back to those moments
when it seemed to me that life here on earth
is almost as good as life would be in heaven.

Hope combats despair,
faith struggles against helplessness.
Whichever is stronger will win in the end.
But if hope and faith come up short,
I know I will still triumph.
Love will see me through this.

It’s not going to be easy:

To continue to seek the light amidst the darkness
To work for a better future in the face of all hopelessness
To strive for a happier life in spite of all sadness...

But I know that in due time,
my corporeal Patronus
will charge towards the dementors
and send them away.

I cannot give up. Not now. Not ever.