Words can not express the love and gratitude I have for my child and my mom, dad, and sister.

If it were not for them I’d be dead or killing myself slowly with drugs and alcohol.

I would be lying if I said my own struggles and Demond’s didn’t make me feel like death was an option from time to time. I wish I was stronger. I wish my heart was not so big and I just didn’t care how others treat me or how they feel about me.

It seems my hurt would be less if I cared less. I know that everything works out, always does. I know that all feelings, good or bad pass. I know that God loves me, but sometimes I just want to give up.

Thankfully I have people that love me unconditionally, for without them, there would be no me.