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We have lived the same life. But when Bitterblue looks in her mirror, she sees herself, and when I look in mine, I’m not sure which of us I see. Sometimes I wish I had stronger barriers against whatever she’s feeling. I’m porous. Her feelings invade mine and I disappear. Does this happen to other people?
Could I look at one anger, without being overwhelmed by all the others?
I wonder if angers can connect to each other, if you’re not careful. I wonder if they combine, and feed one another, strengthen each other, make each individual anger bigger than it’s supposed to be?
It made me wonder, wish, that something essential remains, no matter how much we are hurt.
