Fish have short memories, you know? Which is a huge consolation because in the time that it’s taken for my entire life to come crashing to the ground, these cold-blooded creatures have lived a thousand happy lives, spend a life watching my spectacle of a breakdown, in a minute, it’s passed.

They’ve got to do it all over again.

I wish I could say the same for myself.

For me, there will be no do-overs, no second chances, and most excruciatingly of all, no one to blame but myself.

But I’ll live.