Time for my own words...

Moment by moment I struggle—struggle to keep moving, keep fighting. So, every morning I force myself to get out of bed and face the world, the devil, and my friends. It’s not easy though—I’m embarrassed, I’m ashamed. But, I continue to fight because I know giving up is not an option. So, once again I dragged myself out of bed this morning, took a shower, and put on “real” clothes. Tears came and went but I kept moving. I have a life to live. I have to get to class, have to study, have to keep persevering. I got into my car and drove—drove to Littleton but wanted to keep driving, keep driving further and further away. Away from what? I mean no matter where I go I still must face myself, my past, my struggles, and the pain that follows me around. So, what can I do, where can I go? Where can I find hope?