Why do I stick around?

A basic survival instinct that kicks in even when I downright loath it during desperate times....

That glimmer of hateful hope that tomorrow might be better and I wouldn't know if I don't wake up in the morning...

Fear of burning in hell for all eternity...

Fear of screwing it up and leaving my family a vegetable to care for...

Needing "it" to look like an accident or natural because I could never be okay with my daughter burdened by the knowledge that I opted out...

My loved ones...

Specifically my daughter.