Despair is not the end. It is the beginning of questioning.
When we lose hope, we see clearly. The illusions fall. The things we thought we needed approval, security, permanence they collapse.
But in that ruin, something stirs. A spark. A rebellion. Nietzsche would say: "Man is a rope tied between beast and overman a rope over an abyss." Despair is that abyss. Cross it, and you evolve.
Let despair strip you bare. Let it burn the lies. And then, from that ash, build something unshakable.