When we’re afraid to ask those kinds of questions, to rail at God, we’re left alone in our pain. I think that’s one of the hardest things about those door-slamming experiences; you feel alone. If you have loved ones around you, they can sympathize, but they can’t enter in to the depth of the devastation. Life moves on for them but not for you. You are stuck in the hallway. If you don’t have anyone close to you, the night is even darker.
