Threshold

Someone in the feed wrote, "I'm crying all the time." And I almost cried, because it's been so long since I've been able to cry. I'm always on the brink of tears that refuse to break through.

Someone else tweeted, "Why isn't there a pill against a broken heart?" and my heart almost broke, because all our pills nowadays are against something. Against depression. Against anxiety. Against pregnancy. But what about for? For feeling. For pain. For crying. For living.

Someone on the therapy couch asked me how I feel. I asked if he wanted the evasive answer or the oxymoron. He said evasive."Numbness," I replied. "And the oxymoron?" he wondered. "It's painful".