I am scared, lost, terrified actually. But I am still breathing. My heart is still beating. I struggle on, one day, one hour, one minute at a time if I have too. I am not alone. This is hard. More difficult than anything I have ever done. Faltering now, on the edge of the abyss. Trying to hold on desperately to the wall, I have looked down, looked to where the path leads if I fall. Nowhere good, that is a promise. There is more to be gained by fighting through than by giving in, so much more. I know I can hold on. I have to. So much depends on it. Any chance the future may hold relies on what happens now. I survive. I breathe. I live.