I was always a fighter. Many times I had no choice. So many times I was wrong. Sometimes it wasn't my fight but I was always a fighter. I am not sure when that fight left me, I am pretty sure it was slow like a leaky faucet one drip at a time. Still I don't feel like that spunky girl anymore. I do not feel as capable or independent. I believe that some of that is cause and effect. All I need is a good week of pushing through it and sticking to it and I am sure that I will find the missing part I am wishing will just appear. I am betting on myself. I can and will count on myself. I am strong and I am capable and I am still that fighter. That doesn't just dissapear. Fight!