The battle of the heart.

And when one heart is attacked, all hearts groan in pain together. The resolve is unified but the outcome is uncertain and it is one of the more trying experiences I have ever experienced... would I be too bold to declare it as one of the more trying experiences anyone can go through? Imagine knowing that someone you love is in a very real life or death situation and there is little to nothing you can do to directly influence the outcome in a positive way... it's a hellish, helpless feeling. I am glad to be a couple days past it now, though I am certain I should have addressed this in writing sooner both as a more emotionally truthful, resonant expression and a valuable form of catharsis and a tiny bit of emotional self-healing... perhaps the only element of the whole experience which I had any direct influence over. I do not look forward to a "next" time for this to happen but something like it will eventually rear its viciously ugly head and I will definitely need to take greater measures in adhering to this self-prescribed emotional medicine when the ugly does strike again.