Sometimes, I can't help but wonder what it would be to have no problems at all. Would it be hard to empathize? Would people see me as an ungrateful woman who seems to have it all but couldn't care less about anything?
Today left some scars, but I've got all the time in the world to bury them. I've been doing it for years - there's no reason I can't do it longer.
That's right. I'll be staying strong. For my family, for myself, for God.