In one day, she discovered herself. In the next, she restarted her life. She put books, movies, and mementos on a shelf, and in the bottom desk drawer, she secured away her knife.
In one month, she was smiling again. In the next, she could see, for herself, a future. All of her sadness had suddenly disappeared, like bathwater through an open drain. A new approach to living, she felt mature.
In one span of time, she made a mistake. In the next, she had plugged the tub and uncorked a bottle. A tidal wave of rolling destruction left in the wake. From bad to worse as more pressure added to the throttle.
And one day, she hopefully will figure out, whether she wants the lights on, or to take a different route.