I'm living in New York City. It is 1984/ 85. I'm now the mother of two wonderful, beautiful little girls. But I'm struggling. I am struggling financially. I am struggling mentally. I am struggling emotionally.

I am struggling spiritually. I am struggling with my marriage. I am struggling in almost any way that a person could struggle. I am struggling in that way. I am also very much a part of the mental health system . . .

Now, every day, I was praying that I need to get out of New York City because knowing New York City as I did, I knew enough to know that we did not want to be poor in New York City . . .

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