Stating that I have been in Protracted Emotional Pain and can’t camouflage It anymore has cost me Everything.
Nobody wants to be around tears.
So I cry BY myself and TO myself, going out of my way to avoid Cold Shoulders.
Their “comfort” deletes rather than restores me to Joy. Cold Shoulders don’t know that laughter is purchased with tears, so I no longer share my Joy with them, either.
That’s the saddest part: the Loneliness.
But 0 is better than minus, at least in MY math book.