There's no defense, especially in these grief-stricken times we're living in, against a total upwelling like (parts of) 15 x20.
What I'm saying is maybe I expected those moves--and they blindsided me anyway, and opened up a Grand Canyon of
semi-related/unrelated otherfeels besides. You know that scary kind of grief that feels just on the edge of what you can handle?
Help. I cried way more than I thought I would.