There Is An Assumption, In Attaching Puritan

There Are Relatively Few Things That Kill People That Are Young Other Than Car Accidents And Suicide.

Which Of My Feelings Are Real? Which Of The Me's Is Me? The Wild, Impulsive, Chaotic, Energetic, And Crazy One? Or The Shy, Withdrawn, Desperate, Suicidal, Doomed, And Tired One? Probably A Bit Of Both, Hopefully Much That Is Neither.

If I Can't Feel, If I Can't Move, If I Can't Think, And I Can't Care, Then What Conceivable Point Is There In Living?

We All Build Internal Sea Walls To Keep At Bay The Sadnesses Of Life And The Often Overwhelming Forces Within Our Minds. In Whatever Way We Do This--through Love, Work, Family, Faith, Friends, Denial, Alcohol, Drugs, Or Medication, We Build These Walls, Stone By Stone, Over A Lifetime.

I Don't Think Grief Of Grief In A Medical Way At All. I Think That I And Many Of My Colleagues, Are Very Concerned When Grief Becomes Pathological, That There Is No Question That Grief Can Trigger Depression In Vulnerable People And There Is No Question That Depression Can Make Grief Worse.