I don't know why I am here or what purpose I am supposed to fulfill.
I understand that my happiness is not the end goal.
My family history does not dictate a weakness on my part.
Other peoples' failings are their own and not mine.
I wasn't meant to have my own baby, and maybe I shouldn't need to understand why.
I haven't lost my identity because I'm not working. It's OK to stop, do nothing and just breathe.
Life goes in cycles. Good times, bad times...they come and go.
I have control of my choices and very little else.
Everyone is exposed to pain and horror, death and fear. I am not unique.
I've been very lucky.