Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.
Stephen KingIn spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who donโt or wonโt or canโt and plenty of them arenโt in prison either.
Stephen King