This is a story of a young girl who endured every form of abuse while living with a mother who was blind to her daughters' suffering while enduring her own. Marie had emotional wounds that she learned how to medicate and numb with drugs, alcohol, and men. This was all taught to her during her training years.

Not knowing any other way to live, she drove herself to a rock bottom of death-spiritually, mentally, and physically. Marie had no other option but to reach out a hand and beg for help. This had never been a way of life for her; asking for help was a weakness.

There looked like there could be no hope, a word that she could not describe but had only heard. Darkness was all Marie had ever seen. The light was foreign, a concept she could not believe because she had never experienced such a thought or feeling. This was not a life she could find. After everything she had done and/or experienced, there was no way there was a God or one that could even understand or accept her. How could he? She could not even accept herself.

With nowhere to turn after getting off her deathbed, she met some women that showed their darkness, shared their stories and how they themselves turn their life around. Marie's story is painful and, in some areas, hard to read. She has shared her darkness, she has shared her process, she is sharing her story and the pain it took for her to get here, recovering and healing.

Pain is necessary but suffering is optional. Marie no longer chooses to suffer today.