The nights are tolerable, but it's the waking up to a bright morning that will probably send you crashing down. Maybe because at night, when everything is dark, you feel the world is cooperating with you. It mourns while you mourn. It grieves while you grieve. It's able to mask the sadness, the hurt.
But bright mornings? There's no place to hide. You pray that there will be some comfort during the day that you'll have to endure. But prayer and divine intervention aside, you still can't numb the pain. And the world goes on. With all its beauty and cheerfulness. And you have to go through it everyday until the wound becomes a scab... then a scar. And all you can do is pray that you don't bump into anything that will rub it raw and open again.
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