That's great, Sannah. Good for you. I can't seem to get to this point. I've been trying and trying and just when I see light, something comes along and knocks me on my butt. I have stood up a hundred times and been knocked down just as many. But I keep getting back up.

Maybe my mother dying in January and then my aunt dying in March and her son dying in April and then a family member overdosing on pills deliberately, leaving her two young children behind (one close to the age I was when my father died) stirred up the death of him, which then stirred up the death of my brother who overdosed on heroin and left two small children behind, which then made me think of my other brother who died of aids, again from drugs and leaving two young step-children behind, maybe all that makes me a little over sensitive at this time.

But I'll just get up again. It's what I do.