Laying in bed and curled up with my laptop one afternoon, surrounded by dim light and relative quiet, I broke down into silent, dry and empty tears. I felt the weight of each sob pounding my entire body into the cheap mattress of a used bed in a cold dormitory room. Nineteen arduous days into the program and overwhelmed was the easiest word I could grasp to explain my pitiful state.

So much happened in the 4 week program. In retrospect I am already forgetting how painful the challenges that I faced truly were. I've heard that one's own memory is a coping mechanism used to subconsciously dismantle thoughts of pain associated with the past. The mind is a powerful tool.


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