You think you're feeling better. You think maybe you're finally starting to get over it. And then one night you're riding your bike home from Eastlake and you're happy and singing that song that always gets stuck in your head and suddenly you're choking; you overwhelmed with sadness your lungs seize up and hyperventilation kicks in and your vision is blurry from the hot tears raining from your eyes and you fall off your bike and land in a blackberry bush, where you will sit and sob like a sad sucker. And you can't believe you still feel this way after 63 days. And you don't think you'll ever feel better.