Pretty tough to realize you are not only not helping, but actually hurting your own loved ones and friends. Pain has a wide reach, and it needs to be stopped.
How much torture? How much before I sink beneath the surface and forget everything that I am? Over and over those nearby look to me for a response, even a validation. In my silence, they hear, not my pain, but a rejection of who they are. How much warmth do they expect from pain? They expect it all! How much distance do they think I can put between myself and pain? They expect a distance so great that they feel me as they would want me to be! Do they not realize how closely pain hugs you into its bitter bosom? Do they not see the merging? Don