.Everyday, for so many years. I asked myself this question. The pain of healing from the abuse was overwhelming. I was falling, falling into the fog of mental illness and simply wanted to die.I tried to make it happen. But, I didn't die then, and for this I am now so thankful. Thankful, because I can tell you that is where I was and I am among the joyfully living now. My art, my writing, fall days, all rewards for fighting for a better day. I emerged from hell and became light. Fight on.