I find in my life that in my career, and in my mind there is nothing but fighting. I am either fighting in my gym, fighting in the ring, or fighting to keep my head above water as life comes at me. I realized that it doesn't take fancy things to make me happy, the reprieve of this realization has really helped me carry on. Even though I an content with my life sometimes I have a blow that will come along and knock me to my knee, it is times like those I hear my coaches words ring clearly in my head "never give up, on more round". These are words that even if I suffer from depression give me life, and although I have no love in my life, it is what keeps me fighting. But that is what my life seems to be though "fighting" I find it ironic, and I wonder to myself "How many others where born to suffer such a fate?". I guess that is how it goes, I guess this is what makes a fighter a fighter. I can't remember reading about any other professional fighter in history who did not suffer from some kind of foe. Whether that Foe was human, mental, or addiction, there was always an opponent inside and outside of the ring.

I hope to navigate through these trials and tribulations with light feet and grace, and of course I wont drop my hands.