I honestly can't tell you what was going on. I couldn't do anything.

We definitely practice other people coming in.

It is pretty frustrating to throw someone in there cold.

I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down.

But no matter what happens, I spoke up, made a voice for myself, freed from the haunting memories that have owned me for the last six years. I found my courage.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.