In retrospect of everything that I have gone through in my lifetime good and bad.Thinking back to those two very significant days in my life, had I chosen to find a way to end my life, where would that have left my son. He now is my reason for living as he always should have been. Unfortunately it took me feeling abandoned by my Mom taking her own life that made me realize that. My son will forever and always be my reason to choose life over death. Mickey and I have a relationship very similar to the one I had with my Mom. I don't even want to imagine what it would do to him, if something were to happen to me at this point in his life. I want to watch him grow up. I want to be here to see him through his mistakes. I want to see him succeed. I want to see what direction his life takes. Most of all in order for me to assure that he has a better life than I did, I need to make sure that he does. By wanting all of these things for him give my life a meaning and a purpose.
I have been continually saying over the past few years.
"That which has yet to kill me, will only continue to make me stronger!"
