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I wish I could help with this one :( ... But... Sadness is something I don't grok. I can't handle it, cannot allow it, deliberately pour on the rage and damn the consequences because anger and fury are the only things that kill sadness. The Beast I can handle, The Abyss I cannot.
The only time people actually need to worry about me is when I'm sad. It's not that I haven't tried to understand sadness over the past 15 some odd years. Grief? Grief and I are old friends, old enemies. Celebrate or Mourn, that's always the damn question. Grief, mourning, guilt.. I grok. Pain. Pure pain & loss. But not sadness. There is no line between sadness & despair. It simply is. And if I let it in? It consumes me. No. Better to rage up, to fight it out, to sink my goddamn teeth in than to ever let sadness get a toehold. That is, if I want to live.
Mmm. Laughter. Laughter can kill it, too, caught early. Very early. In the first few moments. But rage? Rage will burn it out. Always. It's the only safe thing.
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If he's like me... Sounds to me like you give him a reason to fight the sadness. Boyo needs to rage up and burn that off before you get home & caught in the backblast, if he doesn't want to lose you. Not wait until the crunching of gravel under tires reminds him too late.
I hope he's not like me.
The only time people actually need to worry about me is when I'm sad. It's not that I haven't tried to understand sadness over the past 15 some odd years. Grief? Grief and I are old friends, old enemies. Celebrate or Mourn, that's always the damn question. Grief, mourning, guilt.. I grok. Pain. Pure pain & loss. But not sadness. There is no line between sadness & despair. It simply is. And if I let it in? It consumes me. No. Better to rage up, to fight it out, to sink my goddamn teeth in than to ever let sadness get a toehold. That is, if I want to live.
Mmm. Laughter. Laughter can kill it, too, caught early. Very early. In the first few moments. But rage? Rage will burn it out. Always. It's the only safe thing.
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If he's like me... Sounds to me like you give him a reason to fight the sadness. Boyo needs to rage up and burn that off before you get home & caught in the backblast, if he doesn't want to lose you. Not wait until the crunching of gravel under tires reminds him too late.
I hope he's not like me.