Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I ended up on my own. Had I chose a different life. How would I have made through the storms and resurface? Would I be stronger than I am now? Sometimes becoming this, makes me wonder just exactly what I signed up for. A lifetime of others before myself I suppose... Sometimes I long for that silence have no access to - Late nights spent on the couch of my own Home. The quiet whisper pleading you feel your heart do, at the reminder of something you wish you could share. Is that selfish? To have this life, this family, and want solidarity, alone? Is it wrong, to want to know if I could make it alone? To want to prove a point? ... I don't know what's right to want anymore.