It was not facing what life dealt that made you crazy, but rather trying to set life straight where it was unstraightenable.
Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.
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