In August I had a motorcycle accident. I broke some ribs and my collarbone. I have had surgery on the collarbone and am healing well. The only thing that keeps going through my mind. Why did I have to survive it? Why couldn't I have just shuffled off this mortal coil then. I won't take myself out. Not while my mother is still alive. I have a harder time every day trying to find a reason to get out of bed.