My pain has consumed my existence,
My pain has fouled you again,
How must I inform you of your ignorance?
For my pain will not be “cured” by your statistical based evidence, nor you facts.
Though please know I’m happy you found comfort in your worksheets for mindfulness, and your psychology books you read from back to front hoping that the techniques will cure me.
I’m sorry your blind, blind to see behind my eyes there is a storm raging, and soon I shall not have my pain for I shall be my pain.
Though please do not fret, for fretting is my expertise.