Learning to Sit With It

You know it—not the third-person, singular, neuter pronoun but the really terrible “it.”

The “it” that is soul-cracking pain.

The “it” that is despair as deep and vast as the ocean.

The “it” that is guilt strolling hand in hand with its close friend shame.

The “it” that’s always manifesting itself differently, but at the core is the same.

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