This song keeps playing in my mind...."here I go again on my own. Going down the only road I've ever known. Like a prisoner I am forced to walk alone....". And each time it starts its eerie reverie in my mind, I take a breath and try to force it away. I don't want to walk alone. I hate these dark days.............the ones that just seem to creep up and take hold. All too often lately, the dark days outnumber the bright days, and I get consumed with fighting off the darkness that I have a difficult time finding joy. For each moment that exists, I try desperately to find the joy, to relish in the mere existence of that moment. Whether it be watching Whitney read or Kaitlyn play with cats, I want nothing more than to capture the pureness of joy emanating from these wonderful little women that are my daughters. Truly. What's wrong with me? Why do I continue in this same struggle? There has to be something about me that just does not work. I have long