Every choice I’ve made since my life spontaneously combusted has been questioned. There has never been a shortage of people standing by, waiting to pass judgment on the way I choose to deal with things. People who have never been through any sort of shit always assume that they know how you should react to having your life destroyed. And the people who have been through shit think you’re supposed to deal with it the exact same way they did. As if there’s a playbook for surviving hell.