Eva your strength is your grace, you share it willingly with us all. Our tears at night shed unknown perhaps for a reason to spare us more despair. Hold on my dear friend, hold on, we will take this journey together, our broken bodies with many more NT.rs turning to this site for help, strength and even sanity.

My tears that were once endless 2 years ago now not so willing to traverse my face. Perhaps it a blessing what is happening to me now, didn’t take place 2 years ago, I fear I would not have been able to cope, I’m not strong now, but then, I was not a willow bending in the wind, I was a patch of grass trampled beneath. A willow will survive strong winds, it will bend and bow but it will survive, a strong oak tree, in the winds will not bend, its boughs will break. We are willows my friend, we are willows.