The mountain air reminded me of why I wanted to live.

As I began up the mountain trail, I sucked in a lusty breath of fresh air, pulling in everything I could. These were the days I lived for—where pine trees scented the air, chipmunks, birds, and squirrels darted through the rocks and brush, tall grasses swaying with the wind, flowers peeking out to bloom. Nothing so fresh dotted the high-rise silhouette that was my daily companion.