Living well

I realized I do not want to die. I still have a mark to make on my life. I was given a partial scholarship to a weight loss clinic, which will cost me $3,000 to go. I have only a few months to take this opportunity because it has a deadline. If I am able to make this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I will be able to tell my story to many women, who may have experienced the pain of gang rape, the horror of date rape drugs and the possible memory flashbacks that come with the experience of this horror. I have a terrible weight problem that may not allow me to live long enough to complete my book, which is about survival, overcoming incredible odds, and triumph over evil. Please help me to attain my goal.

Help me to get the word out to millions of women, who in their own private prison, may not wish to remember -- women, who may wish to forget, or who want nothing more than to know they are not alone. Women cry, sometimes for no reason at all. Well, not really. Sometimes the unimaginable has happened and they never even know. Sometimes, the unimaginable has caused a serious rift in their life that cannot be overcome without help, without knowing. Help me to help thousands of future women overcome the madness of their past. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.