I've felt beaten, battered, and bruised by life. I've been let down, betrayed by others, and myself. I've made terrible mistakes both personally and judicially. All of this has been a culmination, that nobody could understand. Nobody could feel how I've felt, seen what I've seen, or know what I've known... because it's mine. It's my experience, my burden. Many times I feel like I have nothing left to give, nothing more I need to prove to myself. Just close my eyes, and let it all go............. But my eyes open, and there always is a beating drum in the back of my mind, "This is your life, this is your situation. This is YOUR struggle." I breath in, sucking the air in around me. I feel its burn, its weight on my lungs, the oxygen course through my veins. "I'm still here, despite all of that. Get up.... Get up!" I may have lost much, but not myself. This life hasn't beat me yet.