What used to be a devastating earthquake(un terremoto) is now a temblor. I had a mini-panic attack last night. I drove like a madwoman from my mother’s to my house, crying as I gripped the wheel of the car. I thought about how awful I was, how ungrateful I am, how I have thrown away my life on self-pity and self-destruction. And yes, I did think that maybe it should be me who loses her life, not my friend. But I called my mentor. I cried, screamed, thought fleetingly about the soft skin of my arms. “No, no.” Within minutes, I was calm, stable. Because I can control my thoughts. Because I am strong. Because I live.