Woman on an island, day 19:

I spent the afternoon shaping my spear, sanding the wood with a fine stone and making sure the point is razor sharp. I can also use it for a crutch to lean on. I brace myself and I try to get up...my leg buckles on me and I fall down hard! Get up Michelle, get up! I will myself through pain and I try again...I only last for a few seconds before I fall down again. I pound my fist into the sand in frustration! I'm glad no one can see me now...I must look like the most pathetic human being on the planet right about now. I look at my spear and memories come flooding back to me.... of the dead drug dealer, of the police and my once supposed friends, of the judge and my lieutenant in the army press corps screaming at us...No! I won't go back! I won't go back to being that silly little girl! I grit my teeth and I get to my feet... the pain is murderous but I hold on...I'm standing! I open my eyes and I look the world in the eyes again. I did it....