Living from place to place and town to town, not knowing how things might end up. Trying to stay afloat and strong for the sake of my children, who I have put through so much from my stability standpoint. Wanted to do right by everybody and not pleasing myself. Not having anyone to run to, so everybody thinks. Going through day-to-day changes on my own. Hating the enemies for trying to make me think I was nothing without them. Not knowing if I wanted to continue to live or to let go and die. Needing so badly to release the stress of it all. Not being able to have my thoughts heard verbally. Came to a conclusion one day, write for sanityas sake. My words of my life are full of love, hate, and appreciation. For I am nothing without my voice of reasona]