The fear of dying. With the exception of when I am depressed, that fear is enough to make me live life to its fullest. I really can say I live the best I can. I did the trip to Disneyland I always wanted to do, got a bunch of tattoos, dyed my hair blue, got some piercings, took up pole dancing, took my kids on a week long solo camping trip (I have bad anxiety), so on and so on. All in the last couple years. My parents were 5 and 8 years older than me (I'm in my 30's) when they died. I want to make every minute count.

When I'm depressed I get out of bed for my kids and anyone else counting on me.