Do you sometimes feel that life repeats certain of its events in a certain manner, with a certain time cycle?
Lately I'd been thinking about mine.
And feel somewhat fortunate that the frequency of depressive years isn't extremely high. Except when they happen, it's so very condensed.
I have a familiar feeling from long ago, a numbness from loss. It makes me go through my days as if everything is fine, as if I have no tears.
Even though I really really want to cry.