I have spent thousands in therapy teasing out other people’s confounding choices, futilely attempting to intellectualize my way out of misery, as if the perfect rationalization for why someone acted a certain way would cause their behavior to change and my soul to heal. I will always believe in the material power of words and facts, but I also know there’s a point past which they don’t make you feel any better. The emotional burden of too much information can’t always be quelled by more information.
