Hell isn't other people. Hell is whatever we make it. For however long we choose to stew in the emotions that sustain that hell.
I'm not saying don't feel things. But... don't stew in it. Emotions are evidence of things having happened to us.
Bad things, yes. But good things too.
The quilted experiences of our lives are woven from a coarse fabric that softens over time into something resembling a story.
The story of you.
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