Sometimes at night when the house is still I look up and just think. I think about horrible things my mother did to me, how I decided not to kill myself that night so very long ago. How I view the world changed drastically after Ashlyn died. Some of me is still in there though, the shy sensitive girl who cared so much about what others think.
Now when I see myself there is so much I want to give, I just hope that when I do die someday someone somewhere remembers my life, me, I'm not just another wife, I matter.
We all do.
