Strength.

"Although I cried through much of the first session, Jim remained calm and at the end offered some hope. First, he asked me the question, "What holds you together?""

What holds me together? Really, what is it? I've gotten this far somehow. Sometimes I think it's being so lost in myself that's pulled me through, but that cant be the only thing. I suppose hope, promise. Some dumb predisposed ability to withstand a lot of beatings and somehow still come out eager for the next big lesson.

There seems to be no other viable option. I want to know how the story ends, so I've got to tough it out.