I wrote that it was like breaking a glass…

…but it wasn’t. It wasn’t an accident. I’ve gone through it in my mind; over and over. This was meant to happen. This had to happen. People keep telling me to “listen” and “learn”. All I can think is to learn from this; to share it. But when I hear it from others, “learn” and “listen”, with that hint of headiness, I try to suppress the rage; to identify it; to listen to it.

Feelings of loneliness have subsided.