I died, but I am getting better.
Sometimes, I think it is getting worse,
but really... it is better now.
Pain was my driver but now... while I still
suffer physical pain... I feel as if there is a better day coming... Why kick me anymore?

The voices that told me how awful I am... I talk back to... They hate to be found out. Once you win that battle, life gets better. Ay least it is for me. Have you had an ugly voice in your head saying ugly things about you?