why don’t we want to share our sorrows.
surely something painful when divided is halved.
unfortunately pain has a way of permeating through the hearts of its recipients such that when you tell someone of your ills they are automatically affected by them.
so in a way you’re strengthening the sorrow. keeping it to yourself doesnt help either. so where the fuck do you go.
i cant fathom the fact that my friend’s son killed himself. the sorrow she must feel is incomparable to what i think i feel and know. and knowing that hurts even more.
i cant even type out a tribute to a woman whose tenacity has no match. my words echo the hollownes i feel. i can’t rationalise this or divide it into handle-able chunks.
i cant rationalise this to myself and i cant rationalise it to her.
i have no words.
i’m so sorry.