Time doesn't operate with page breaks.
There were times during the month when I wanted to tell everyone what was going on. And I couldn't, because there was no stopping point. A single moment where I could simply pause and summarize, saying 'this is the nightmare thus far' and feel I could leave it at that for a while... no. Things just kept happening, because that's what life is: a series of events which continues until it stops. The divisions we impose on it are artificial.