She came up for air. It felt cool on her lungs as she gasped. Then she was slipping again. Back into the darkness, slower this time, she watched the light fade further and further . . . fight back, she thought, this time fight back! She reached upward, willing her body to thrust forward, she fought. She knew she should fight, she wanted to fight, out of the darkness she wished to appear, stronger, happier, lighter . . . but even as she willed herself to fight she felt defeated. Doubt resonated above all else inside her, it echoed in her mind again and again – she couldn’t afford to lose another battle, to lose herself all over again, to lose all hope. Yet she knew not how to win.