Grief, remorse, and regret work on a dimmer switch, not an on-off switch.
22: A Love Letter to Betrayers – Discomfort (Part 2)
Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.
21: Briefly This and That
A bit more of this and that.
61: Being Incognito: Thoughts on Grief, Loss, and Children
I pretend things didn’t happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don’t hurt.
34: The Rainy Day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.