I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.
I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.
I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.