As I wake this morning I feel all alone in this world. I wander this world all alone. Mentally I know we are all connected and that there are billions of people I share this planet with. Yet I want and need to feel separate from all. I need and want my own identity. I feel whole and complete even though I am hurting or alone. How does one survive a double mastectomy and the loss of your son to a herion overdose? How do you rise above the sorrow? The world is full of sadness yet in the pain is still joy and gratitude for just life. And I want to be connect to life. I want to live! When joy departs to soon and trouble stays too long.