The pain was so intense; I was crawled up in the fetal position. It literally felt like I was being ripped apart. I cried out loud, LORD, what is this? Heal me! As I tossed and turned, over, and over again. I was literally alone, in despair, afraid, gripped by fear and anxiety. My husband had begun working the night shift. There was no one but me in the house. Alone and afraid, the anxiety and fear gripped me like a vice.