Many things happen in the intensive care unit of a hospital. It is a place where people meet, people hope, people cry and people die. It is a place with people of diverse cultural backgrounds, religious beliefs and socio-economic standings. It is a place where life changes in the blink of an eye, emotional rollercoaster rides are free of charge and hope is sold by the pound. It is a place where some people lose themselves, while others discover who they really are. The words would’ve… could’ve… should’ve run rampant in this place, while the dazed look of confusion and disbelief is the mandatory attire. No matter how busy this place is, loneliness prevails. As more and more time goes by, you begin to wonder if you’re ever going to leave this place. You know it’s getting bad when you begin to use the same lingo the doctors and nurses use. Soon the walls start to close in, your breathing becomes faster and your mind begins to tell you that nothing makes any sense. The cue to grab hold of yourself is when you start to repeat the words when, why, what, who and how more times than you care to remember. Just then, when you think you’re going to snap, numbness sets in and you start from the top.