Dearly Departed
I do not consider myself to be a paticurally sad or angsty person and usually I maintain a (relatively) positive outlook on the world. However, recently I have found life to be nearly intolerable. It began with the untimely death of my grandfather and has since spiraled downward. It seems that a great tragedy can be like a crack in a dam that sputters and groans before soon a flood of sorrows both real and imagined comes bursting through. It is quite unpleasant and I fear may have moved me to certain irrational thoughts and behaviors. Why would I question if such magnificent friend such as mine were really such? It can only be attributed to this recent madness. Someone who has stuck with you for six years is your friend. Someone who visits you when you discover your grandfather has died is your friend. But how then might I escape this Maelstrome of despair? I don't know. I've never encountered something like this before. Any suggestions?