The world was blurry, your lungs full, nothing made sense. How did you get here? Where are your friends? What day is it? You could never forget noticing the used condom on the ground, or noticing there was someone in front of you, and he was rolling on another one.
What we all have to remember is that healing is a process and eventually the wounds will stop throbbing. Healing ebbs and flows and everyone’s timeline is different. I can promise though, one day your good days will outnumber your bad ones.