Time has come today

 Todos saben qué opino yo de Grey's Anatomy.  A veces pienso que gran parte del "atractivo" sentimental, o potencial empático, del primer episodio de la tercera temporada radica en que, al igual que Izzie, de repente uno siente como que si no está acostado en el baño, con la mejilla contra el suelo, tal vez debería estarlo.

I feel like I'm moving in slow motion. Like I’m moving in slow motion and everything around me is moving so fast and I just wanna go back … to when things were normal, when I wasn't poor Izzie laying on the bathroom floor in her prom dress with her … (whispers) her dead fiancée. But I am. So I can't. And. I'm just stuck ... And there's all this pressure cause everyone’s hovering around me, waiting for me to do something or say something or flip out or yell or cry some more. And I'm happy to play my part. I'm happy to say the lines and do whatever it is that I'm supposed to be doing if it would make everyone feel more comfortable. But I don't ... I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to be this person. I don't- I don’t know who this person is.