My mom is dying. Her kidney's are failing and she needs a liver transplant. My kid sister is beside herself, my brother has choosen to wait until he knows for sure. Me I am waiting too. I hope she doesn't suffer. I pray that it is quick for her. I don't want her to hurt.

I'm not used to writing what I feel for the public to read, but sometimes strangers are the only ones who listen. I get up everyday, look around and wonder why am I here. I'm a long way from where I was a year ago and yet it seems that true happiness eludes me. I close my eyes and wish it away, but when I open them again, nothing has changed. My room is still the same, the girl in the mirror staring back at me is still me. I want to wipe her tears away, I reach out but all I touch is cold glass and the tears they just keep falling. I want to run away, but where do I run when there is no place to escape my own mind. I feel trapped in this shell that houses my soul, wondering if I will ever be truly free to soar and become all that I can truly be.