There was a time in my life in which I was consumed with those feelings and pain. Consumed meaning that there was nothing else that I felt but pain and darkness. Laughter was but a brief moment as was a glimpse of happiness. The truth to the matter is that I started to feel that there was nothing else but the pain and torture that I felt deep within me. I was a mother, a wife and I held a career. I carried that darkness with me every waking hour of the day. I can remember when the voices in my mind told me how useless I was as a human being, how no one would miss me when I was gone and how I need to just end this thing that I called a life. Go back with me so that I can paint you a picture of where my problem began.