I smile through pain and my tears are my prayers. I am not a quitter but I quit at least five times a day. I lay down to rest and my sleep is broken. I wonder who really cares…thinking, all I do is care for others but whose care is authentic for me? Then I begin wondering if I should stop caring…asking myself if anyone will even notice. I feel like such a small piece in this hugely baked pie called life. I ask myself what’s worth living for and if what I do matters.