I'm now realising how incredibly hungry for any resemblance of hope I've been over the last period. It feels amazing. Also very fucking scary. It's what I imagine it would feel like falling in love again for the first time after being in a toxic relationship.
Keep holding out hope until there are labor parties in the west that represent working people.
In the meantime, work in your community, build solidarity locally so that you don't have to rely on political parties to do the work for you.