The BeginningBut my mood did improve. I dug down deep into a reserve of strength which would lift me out of the heap of raw emotions I had become and found the will to live again. By the end of the week I felt better and arrived at a plan. I vowed that when I returned to Charleston, I would begin inventing a new life for myself, one that would not be a living death, or a waiting game in which I spent every day awaiting death's arrival. I began a new journey of self-discovery and hope.
October 29, 2015
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