Monday, April 14, 2008. Saturday, January 19, 2008. My love will never be enough. I was driving back to my apartment the other night and for some reason there was this phrase repeating in my mind. My love will never be enough. I am desperate for what little love I have to be enough to provide the needs for everyone surrounding me. I see hurt everywhere and I feel it.

Las facetas de la vida. Ser capaces de ir como a cualquier lado, sin control de nada, sin saber que te depara a la vuelta del camino. Compra todo lo material, los mejores espacios, las mejores mansiones y todo lo materialmente existente. No sólo el dinero, el buen trabajo, los buenos trajes y cosas costosas son el éxito.

My name is Suzanna and my husband Simon and I have been together for eighteen years. We live in the North East of England with our two teenage children and a dog. Simon was in the Army for 9 years, which he left in 2002. He served operational tours in Bosnia and Northern Ireland. Immediately we began to have financial problems. He lost all confidence, had problems with the side effects of the medication, his mental health had continued to worsen to the point he became suic.