"I believe you can regain it. I think it's hard to have in one's self. I struggle with it still. He'd been struggling the whole time since he had been fighting his addiction. He sighed and hugged her.
He nodded at her next words, and smiled a little. It's hard to be hopeful, and it's hard to be strong. Hell, some days, as I told you, it's hard to remain upright." he chuckled then, a whisper at her ear. "I was tired the other day and wandering oh... six A.M.-ish? And Emily must have been bouncy and awake early because she came wandering out all bright eyed and bushy-tailed and smiling at me. And I swear, that girl made me tired just watching her. She is so... alive."
He hugged her hard for a moment. "Sometimes I feel that way about watching everyone, really." It was why he played so much. Play was the exact opposite of how he felt, almost all the time. And so he made himself do it.
He nodded softly at her last words. "You'll get it. Just hang in there. Be willing to keep fighting. And know you will not do so alone."