Two weeks. Two weeks of hardly sleeping. Two weeks of mindless autopilot. Of frightening moments when it hits you out of the blue and you relive the day all over again. Of not being able to get it out of your head. Of crying. Being angry. Being numb. Not being able to concentrate. Of pain. The kind of pain that you could have only imagined before. Two weeks in my son's nightmare, and I just want us to wake up.