After a year, it was great to get out of L. A. and return to Hyde Park. Since my grandparents lived in Hyde Park, I had been coming there since I was a tyke.
One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on. . . Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.