I have never been punched. I have been slapped before. But never punched.
But right now, I feel like I've been punched. Like a wham in my stomach and a right hook to my chin. Like having the wind knocked out of me.
So you gasp for a breath. And try to find a place where you wish the pain went away. A place where you can nurse the wound. Heal maybe. Sew things back up.
But there aren't many of those around. You look for the arms of someone to give you comfort and tell you that it can all be stitched back up. But you know, that in the end, all the stitching and the healing, has to come from you.
And you alone.
So you try and you fail. And then try again. Hoping that this time it'll actually work.