We Can Always RISE AGAIN… It was 3 a.m. and the kids were sleeping, but I lay awake counting the seconds between my husband’s breaths, wondering, “Will this be the night this addiction finally kills him?” I looked around at my life, finally seeing through the lie that we’re a, “perfect, happy family.” I knew the truth: the addiction had taken him over. I had to find courage before the next breath…before he became death #22. It sounds like the opening lines to a fictionalized movie, but these are the opening lines of my forthcoming memoir, RISE AGAIN. I’m an “Everything Survivor.” I survived 25 deaths in 8 years. I survived my husband’s addiction and America’s opioid crisis, PTSD, a seizure disorder & more. I’m here to tell you HOW we – you and I – always RISE AGAIN, how love always finds us, even at our worst.