My bed was drenched with perspiration. I had tossed and turned for the past few hours, unable to sleep from the pain and emotional heartache that clawed at me from within. Every muscle in my body ached, and my throat burned from crying too much. The ceiling looked unfamiliar, like it belonged to another person’s house, someone I no longer recognized.

I turned to the bedside clock. It was 3 a.m.

Reaching into the drawer, I grabbed the aspirin bottle, shaking two pills into my trembling palm. I ...