Breaking down, the life disrupting sickness(es) of it, forces a person to be "decisive afresh about who you are." ~Will There Ever Be Another You, Patricia Lockwood (another title in the running, grit v lifelong recoveries)

Decisive. I imagine looking at pieces of me scattered on the floor. Who is the person picking them up, and feeling forced to decide "not salvageable" about half of the heart? 

"Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel the cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business." Thoreau

cowboy dreams - boy golden ft cat clyde for Canada