I’m trying. I really am. I’m always fighting and trying to be strong. But there are those days, which I’m on my knees. Today it is worse. Today I’m down. Not just in my knees. I feel the ground touching my face, and the cold stone hurting my chest. It’s one thing to be a fighter and another one to heal your wounds. I know I’m a fighter … it’s time to learn if I can heal myself, too.