What keeps me going are my kids. They are 7, 4 and 4 months. They need their mother and I don't want them to grow up without me or being raised by another woman who isn't their mother. My husband keeps me going, too, although I'm not that sure not having me around wouldn't be a relief to him. I know he loves me and knowing that he loves helps keep me going. Primarily, though, it's my babies. I love them too much to not try to keep going.