The moment I accept that I can’t solve all of my problems I reach a figurative crossroads or point in my life where I can actually see own my progress myself. I acknowledge that even though it’s not glamorous it is my life. I can heal my life. I enjoyed Louise DeSalvo’s book Writing as a Way of Healing. I like woman writers more than male writers. Once I heard memoir writing being called “misery literature” by an older woman who taught memoir writing classes. I really enjoy reading memoirs but memoirs written by women. I don’t have to live in yesterday or the past thank God. I try to be good to myself. I’m trying to start by taking things step by step, and honoring the process. Life is not an event it is a journey. I know life can be hard sometimes for us all, but one day it dawned on me I realized that my own life is a gift to me from God. No one is promised tomorrow so I am living for today. I think of the time I have left.