Well, landscaperdan, I drag my butt out of bed every morning and get myself to work regardless of how depressed or manic or mixed I'm feeling. Because I refuse to let my kids and husband down and give in to my malfunctioning brain.

My drive is
1 part inspiration from watching my mom work and go to school depsite the fact that she was dying.

1 part fear of seeing my kids go hungry or want for heat, a home, a bed to sleep on...

1 part stuborness that I can't give up.