I once visited my parents so many years ago. One morning I looked out the living room window and saw something outside. A little bird sat on the windowsill. Apparently it had hit the windowpane and fallen on the windowsill. Eyes closed, didn't move, only its head made small movements.
About one hour later when I checked the bird again, the bird has fallen on ground and made no movements any more. I was not sure was it dead or just unconscious. I put the little bird on a compost bin in my parent’s backyard. I did not check it again. I never seen the bird again.
The little bird was just like me now: hurt, lonely, numb, doing nothing and just waiting for something.