It sounds like your Dr. Trust went Mr. Hyde this morning and hijacked the local Am-track for a joy ride at your expense (and brought along the unicorn no less...).
Not sure what the Healing Hopes is, I looked it up and found a ministry helping those with loss of family. I'm going Sherlock Holmes here and deducing from the posts title and the subsequent details that someone here wounded your trust? [puff the pipe...dramatic pause...puff the pipe] Is this a correct assumption Dr. Watson??
well, since I know very little of the culprit in Healing Hopes lets examine the weapon used instead…trust.
In my journey through life I have (it me Solomon now... not Holmes) I have realized how words like 'Hope, Faith, Love, Trust, and chocolate' have shot from cupids bow with an extra edge of pain. It wasn't until I realized I was turning 'verbs' into 'nouns' (stick with me here).
The aforementioned words (except chocolate) are actions and not objects. But (using myself as the Guinea pig) I used to treat such as physical, "I put my TRUST in you", "I was HOPING you'd have been here", " I have lost my FAITH in you", "I wanted DARK CHOCOLATE, not milk chocolate!"
The point is, by turning an action into an object makes it physical and painful when it is dropped on your metaphorical foot, many times inadvertent or unknowing. Also by making these words into physical, we feel the notion we are 'giving' such a 'wonderful' gift to another and set ourselves up for increased failure when the recipient doesn't react in the way we see as proper. Such words 'Trust, Friend, Hope, Faith, and mostly Love should be treated as they are intended. "Trust someone until they are not trustworthy, Be friends with someone until they are no longer friendly, Have Hope in something until it is reached then Hope for higher, And mostly Love someone as long as they Love you. but in the long of it (Like this reply) the 'Noun', the Physical object is You and Trust is the action you show. I could go on for a long time on this Arfie, but the unicorn wants to watch Stranger Things...the story of my life [eye roll].
Try gondolas instead of freight trains from now on, get a fat crooning Italian to steer it and sit back and enjoy the Viennian cannals over iron locked tracks. The light you see is not an approaching crazy train, just the dawn of another wonderful day. Love

Ill send you all my healing hopes - no need to run out. hugs friend xxx

Thank you, King. Alternate metaphors could, indeed, help me survive this current round of madness. I've never been to Italy, so that imagery is a bit vague for me. I went fishing for the Peruvian popular T-shirt/cartoon image that popped ever so clearly into my head while I attempted to assimilate your metaphorical confusion. It's tag line reads, "La Conquista de los Andinos." The image was of an Andean native strolling blissfully beside his trusty llama, playing his charrango while his trusty llama spit in a 16th century conquistador's face. In physical fact, llama spit capabilities can embarrass a baseball star's finest. Ya doesn't wanna get into a spitting contest with a llama. I'd rather challenge a literal jaguar to a literal foot race.

Again I curse the sensory thought process which gets me lost in metaphor so easily. Will I ever be able to appreciate the spirit of light/dark metaphors without migraines or enjoy the literal migraine relief of darkness without feeling like I am condemned to Hell? Ya doesn't want the graphic imagery my mind attaches to the Toxic People metaphors. Hint: I have worked literal environmental engineering and bioremediation projects, both salaried and volunteer.

Sorting. . . Prayers both needed and appreciated.

Healing hopes both needed and appreciated, my sister-in-healing. I am tucking them in my Hope Chest as I type.

Trust is a topic that has come up in my exploration of friendship. When you put trust in a friendship, it becomes a closer, deeper friendship, but that is further along in the relationship. What about in the beginning?

Overall, I decided that trust is not necessary to think, to talk to other people, or to be heard. However, trust is absolutely necessary for one area, YOURSELF.

I figured out that on my worst days (when I question everything I do, and every interaction I have) if I remind myself that I CAN do it because I trust myself to be in a better place than I can usually put myself there.

HUGS!!!

My St Louis Cardinals are asking if you could send me the number of the llama, they need help with pitching...
Message for prayers received and sent... King Out.
Love

For a 65 year old fruitcake who was sold into prostitution before she knew that daddy's zipper wasn't the only candy store on Main Street, I wouldn't even be able to talk to myself if Trust was a requirement for using my words, even without the speech defect which had teachers beating me to "Use Your Words." Any level of trust remains the toughest Leap of Faith in my recovery toolbox. Works in progress. . .

Thank you, King. I'll ask my neighbor's llama, but I don't believe llama's like contemporary uniforms any more than they liked the Conquistador Shining Armor and gaudy feathers. The literal Texas cardinals are ready to fly to the rescue of those Missourian imitators, though. Literal cardinals are an arrogant lot who think they can fix anything. Just ask 'em. I rank them as some of Nature's most enthusiastic armchair quarterbacks. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I betcha dollars to wishes not a one of them has the playoff schedule on their smart phones.

Prayers tucked gratefully into my metaphorical Hope Chest. Just praying. . .

LOL Arfie, you have bested me today with your rapier wit of eloquent oratory banter. I yield the hit. touché. I salute you, until our next soiree. (Hmmm....No wonder I like cardinals so much)

Nah, King. I, and several of my pros, have wondered if my original speech defect was the faux pas of thinking with my senses and needing a translation step to Use My Words. Translating between senses and words ain't as easy as translating empirical languages. (I am multilingual. My sensory inputs think so, anyway). The poet I married 39 years ago has told me more than once to keep my literals off his metaphors. Mostly on the days he is more tech guru than poet. I miss my poet. . .

You should do when I my literals slip their leash at the Ladies Room mirrors. Oopsie. . . Did *I* say that? ? ? Please don't sue me. Pretty please with youthenizers on top?

Lost in metaphor again. . . Where's my dictionary update?

I love cardinals, too. They aren't quite as opinionated as blue jays and grackles.

Or ravens... Oh the vanity...

I've never had the opportunity to know ravens. So much world and so little time. . .

oh Ravens are quite arrogant, because they think there so Poe-etic (get it? Edgar Allen Poe...the raven Ba-dup-bup.)

Yea, once upon a midnight dreary, I wondered if ravens speak with Poe's Boston accent, Disney's California accent. or the Pope's Benedictine accent. Or would that be with Benedictine College's Kansas accent?

Lost in metaphor again. Never more.

I absolutely do not know what you are talking about.

I absolutely do not know what you are talking about. And this is just too much for me. So sorry. I so hope that you find what you are looking for.

But this is not for me.