The Life Stealer visited me one night, while I slept.
He took all the parts of my life that weren't close to my bed.
When I woke, I wondered if
I could have prevented him.
After I got over the initial shock I made an inventory of the
things that were
missing.
The Life Stealer took my energy, my intellect
and my relationships.
Worst of all he stole my joy.
The
policeman told me that there wasn't much hope of ever seeing
my stuff again. He couldn't help me.
Later, I found little parts of my life that The Life Stealer had
missed.
I found tiny quantities of joy in some
unexepected places.
One day I'm going to find The Life Stealer, and then I'm going to
take my life right back!