You know? I always hated hearing. ‘Don’t worry, a lot of people are going through the same thing. You’re not alone.’
There’s this selfish, barbed wire inside my chest that coils up at that. ’No, my pain is more tragic. Grander! Deeper! If only you knew!’ That’s not true, of course.
I hate talking about it. Because I hate people who talk about it. And that’s not very nice, that’s not okay, that’s not how you can be about all this.
It’s not romantic, but at least it’s true.
Don’t worry, a lot of people are going through the same thing.