2013-02-26 / 3:08 p.m.

What if you were driving on the motorway, one hundred miles an hour, twenty five percent over the speed limit and you were smiling and singing along to the radio to the point of making yourself hoarse and you blinked and all of a sudden you were seventeen years old again and you wanted to pull the wheel to the right and spin into the solid concrete wall and end it? What if you had thought that you were almost happy, almost there? What if you don't know if you can go through the motions of 'getting better' again? What then?