I don"t know how long I fought against the ocean, it seemed like an eternity, and I was so very tired. There was no land to be seen, water surrounded me as far as the eye could see and choppy waves beat against my body endlessly, I could barely catch my breath between them. The temptation to sink, to stop fighting against the forces and plunge to the depths was overwhelming. I could give up, allow the waves to take me, and never have to think or feel again.
Two things stopped me. Mom appeared, as she had so often in the past, begging me to continue. Beseeching me to live, to move on, and find happiness again. She pleaded with me to carry on. I argued with her, tried repeatedly to tell her I didn"t want to be alone any longer. She smiled and replied that I didn"t need to be on my own now.
