Shock is a strange little thing. A blow to the stomach, you forget how to breathe. You process. You react. Or maybe you don't. You don't react. It could be perfectly normal to sit in silence for 23 minutes, staring at the wall, completely unaware that you are on the brink of insanity.  I heard my own heart beat today. I was disappointed. Not that I heard it, but that it was beating. I was pretty sure that it was broken. A heart that damaged cannot possibly survive. But it did. Apparently, the heart is one of the strongest muscles in the body and mine is not disputing this  fact. No, this heart of mine has something to prove. This week it has been testing me.

I just hope that my mind is as strong as my heart.