The threat. The trial. My mother. It's all too much for someone to handle. My mother is not making my life easy at all, I'm on edge constantly because of the threat, and the the upcoming trial makes me want to puke. The only reason I'm sane right now, is because of Adam. He is my rock, my protector, my everything. I want to throw my hands in the air and give up, but I don't. Adam is the reason for my fight. He makes me want to be strong. Because of him, I have faith. Because of him, I'm healing.