Wallowing in self-pity is slightly reassuring. It’s a reminder that somebody still cares, even if that somebody is yourself. It gives a valid reason to be sad, to show everybody your miseries. Every person has their own burdens to deal with. Some more than others. But we still carry on like nothing’s wrong, putting on a bravado. If I cried a bucket with every hurdle – each disappointment, failure, betrayal – I would have enough to drown the world five times over. Sometimes its easier to keep it in, sometimes its easier to just push it away and hope it’ll stay like that.
But it always comes back. And when you least expect it, you’ll find yourself drowning in your own sorrows.
