What I do know something about is constant suffering which you are forced to live with. You can drink yourself stupid, shout at the heavens, bang your head against the wall - but when you wake up in the morning the pain and loss is still there. And in the end there is nothing you can do except breathe - yeah, just carrying on living is a small act of resistance. At the risk of making it worse than it already is, it may be that you have to accept an ending. As awful as it is, it does have the ...
