They say that there is a light at the end of every tunnel. I only have hope in God that the light is there. For the past 40 years it seems that the tunnels are butted together. Some days it feels like I have been fighting a battle, The war that is waging against me is not life threatening, it's soul threatening. Oddly enough, since my youth, I have been able to see that. I've never been quite sure why such a battle is waged over someone as unimportant as me. What kind of threat is a housewife with no…