Where to start? Days like this make me feel sick. I couldn’t get out of bed and I wasn’t planning on leaving the protection of my blanket and the coziness of my pillow. However, my desire to not wet my pants promptly forced me from my bed. The days are hard. The nights are even worse. The little things push me over the edge. I have no one to lean on, nothing to hold onto, but I’m managing. I’m trying. I don’t know what July will bring me. It is purely a preparation month. We are moving out of my house, 3/4 of my family is moving to another state. Actually, make it 6/7 (we can’t forget the dogs). It’s different. My life has never been what I’ve expected it to be. But hey, I’m trying. I deserve some credit, right? It doesn’t matter if I’m scared and alone. It doesn’t matter if I’m hurt and upset because I’m trying to live and survive and become a person that I am proud to be. I’m more anxious than humanly possible but I’m finding ways to subside that. Maybe it’s silly for me to continue writing on this place where it has changed so much. It’s not what it used to be. But, somehow this has always been for me. It’s my way, my place to lose myself or maybe it’s to continue finding myself. Either way, it’s always been about me. I haven’t thought about the meaning of my blog’s name in a long time. Forever life and me. What does it mean? I’m a fighter not a quitter and I’m always going to choose to live despite the troubles that I may face.