The funk continues.
There are sentiments one cannot post on a blog. Kindness dictates that the page remain empty.
Rock-heavy heart, swollen tear-ducts, unanswered questions.
To ask, "Why me?" isn't my way.
To ask, "How to process this?" that's my folly.
Strangers read words which cannot be shared with perpetrator loved ones.
What sort of madness is this?
"We are healed of a suffering only by expressing it to the full."
~~~ Marcel Proust
If this is true, how shall I ever be healed?
God, have mercy.