Back in 1981 my life as I knew it was blown apart... my dear brother Don (who was only 19 at the time) committed suicide. He'd been suffering from depression for a long time; I was just a mere 11 yr old. On that fateful day I not only lost Don; I lost my entire family. None of us were/are the same. Life just seemed to take on a role of it's own...... and I floundered. I myself became depressed, I tried to take my own life on two occaisions, I had an ectopic pregnancy when I was 19, almost died of a blood clot at 21, lived through a breast biopsy at 22, was in an abusive/addictive relationship for 7 years, married an alcoholic at 29, was diagnosed with MS at age 31 and recently underwent a hysterectomy/ovary removal.