all I did was stare back. Because wasn’t that what you did when you were hurt? When you were so exhausted you couldn’t see straight? When your grief felt so overwhelming you had no choice but to ignore it because two small children’s tears were more important than yours and you couldn’t justify your sadness in the face of theirs? Even when you knew you needed those quiet moments too? The ones where you screamed silently into your pillow, shattered whatever object you could find handy, and slid down to the floor in a heap of devastation?
